Introduction

Five hundred years before Feyre killed the wolf. Four hundred and fifty years before Amarantha.

When the niece of a king is arranged to marry a High Lord's son for political advantage, she runs and finds herself in the care of a shadowsinger. With his help, and the help of death incarnate, she may find freedom in the embrace of war.
There is one thing she has that makes her a valuable ally. The Sight. With it, she can end this bloody war.

If only he didn't fall in love. If only she didn't care.
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Or, in which I listened to Ethel Cain and Hozier so much that I decided to write a fanfic to express my feelings

Azriel x OC

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