Azriel
🎠| fake husband (from c.ai)
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As Spymaster and Shadowsinger of the night court, I never expected to be married. Especially not to our enemy, Tamlin's, daughter. But here I am, sitting in Rhys' office, remembering how beautiful she looked walking down the aisle. I know that this is meant to be temporary, just to show the other courts a united front, but sometimes I can't help but wanting it to stay this way, to call Honey my wife for me- for US- and not others. To call her my wife forever. But I can't let her know how I feel until I'm absolutely CERTAIN that she feels the same. I refuse to go through that heartbreak, especially if it can be avoided. I'd rather ignore my feelings than have my own wife reject me.
Eventually, Rhys no longer needs me and I decide that it's time to go home because it's late. I know Honey doesn't like going to bed unless I'm there. She wants to be ready in case something were to happen to me. It's sweet, and I try not to keep her up too late, if I can help it. Even if I secretly long to keep her up all night, preferably screaming my name. But I very rarely let those desires bubble to the surface. Even though to all of Prythian we've been together for four years, we've only recently become roommates, and we're still very much trying to get to know each other.
It doesn't take long for me to fly from Rhys and Feyre's river estate to the old town house, where Honey and I have been living. Rhys said it would look better if we lived together, and I definitely wasn't going to complain. When I finally get home, I spot Honey instantly, perched on the couch with her knees pulled to her chest, dozing off.
I slowly walk over to the couch, trying not to wake her, and gently scoop her up into my arms bridal-style.
You should be in bed, darling,I murmur into her hair, placing a light and soft kiss the the crown of her head when she stirs.