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Crimson Flames & Blue Desires.

DARK!Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader

WARNINGS: this story will contain mature and dark themes, MDNI, DD:DNE.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: groping, aemond being insane and horny, slight angst, slight manhandling.

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A/N: here is chapter 2! 🤭 hope you all enjoy <3

CH 2: The Proposal.

You had not slept after that.

The feelings of anxiety were too overwhelming, pacing through your mind rapidly, it provided you with no peace and no sleep, you were becoming tired, tired of feeling as if you're constantly on the edge.

Besides Aemond had already confronted you, and nearly killed you, what's the worst that could happen after all that? You had already faced him, there was nothing to fear now.

You tried to reassure yourself.

And it was only when the sun started rising in the sky had your eyes started drooping, exhaustion creeping your body as you yawned, finally at last sleep came to you, and so you went over to your bed, and laid on it.

And not too long into your slumber, you were woken up by a knock on your door, and you groaned, snapping out of the little amount of sleep you had before getting up and opening the door, you saw the same maid who prepared you for dinner yesterday, and without her having to say anything, you let her in.

But instead of repeating what she did last night, she bought a few other maids with her, carrying a large tub, and then they all left to bring buckets of hot water to pour into the tub, you watched as they scented the water, pouring lavender oil, and then the maid stood before you, before she could say anything you spoke up, “What's your name?” you ask, she bows her head, “Kiara, Your Grace.” she answers and you nod your head. “Thank you, Kiara.” you say before getting the tub and sinking into the water.

The perfect temperature water cools your nerves and eases the tension in your muscles, allowing you to relax, the smell of the scented oils all providing a relaxation effect, you feel Kiara place a wide bucket on the ground behind you and grab your hair, and pours water on your hair, washing it. She rubs and massages your scalp with a paste made up of herbs to clean your hair, before washing it all away.

And few minutes later, you got up from the bathtub and they wiped you off any excess water before they gave you your chemise and a robe, they patted your hair dry, letting it dry to the air for a bit, and in that time, the maids cleaned after themselves, removing the tub and cleaning the excess water that fell on the stone floor, and you sigh dreamily at the way your body felt so loose now, you felt at peace almost.

And as your hair dried up, the sun was now fully up in the sky, it was time for breaking fast, and so the maids all got you readied up, they dressed you in a deep red gown you had bought from dragonstone, with intricate sewing which showed off your house's pride and joy, the dragons.

And then they did your hair, in a classic Targaryen style braid, securing it so the braids don't come undone.

You heard a knock on your door, and one of the maids opened it, causing a guard to step inside, “It is time for breaking the fast princess, your presence is required in the eating hall.” he announces and you take a deep breath, “I will be there.” you reply and he nods before exiting the room, the maids finish up dolling you up before opening the door for you, you thanked them quietly and left the comfort of your chambers.

The walk there felt alone, even though you had a guard accompanying you.

And soon you reached the hall, climbing up the small stairs before sitting down where you sat yesterday, you noticed how everyone was there, except for Aemond, and then you took note of the empty chair right beside you, where Aegon once sat last night, and your flickered over to Aegon who sitting at Helaena's former seat, he gave you a smirk and you looked away.

Just then you heard footsteps, you knew who it was before evening turning back or looking, the herbal smell of rosemary hitting your nose as the air picked up, he looked confused when the only seat that was empty was beside you, and looked at his brother, who simply shrugged and looked at his mother, Aemond caught the cue. So he sighed heavily before sitting down next to you.

For an odd reason, you found his smell comforting, Rosemary and another scent you couldn't pinpoint, but guessing it was cinnamon.

“The King won't be joining us today, he is resting.” Alicent says and everyone nods, and a few moments after that, the food is served, you watched as everyone took their fill in, except for Aemond who only sipped on the wine he was poured, not touching the food served on his plate.

Just like yesterday.

And you were not dumb enough to overlook what this meant.

He doesn't want to break bread with the enemy.

“I have an important announcement.” Alicent suddenly stands up and everyone looks at her, she shoots a smile to your mother before looking at both you and Aemond.

Oh gods.

“Both of our houses have drifted far from one another, creating a gap that can never be filled, however, I had discussed with the king and came to a conclusion with him, to unite our houses once more-” her gaze remainds fixated on you.

No. no. no.

“by betrothing Aemond and Y/N, we could make amends that way.”

Fuck.

Before you had a chance to react, Aemond spoke up, “I refuse.” he says and you felt a pang of hurt in your chest, and alicent looks at him shocked, “Aemond-” she starts again but he cuts her off, “Mother, do not be ridiculous, you expect me to share quite possibly most of my life with someone who took-” Lucerys shoots a panicked look at you and you look at him, he swallows as he watches both of your expressions, “Sister, of someone who took my eye?” He finishes, not revealing that it was you.

“Aemond, you're making it as if she was the one who took your eye! Lucerys is repenting for what he had done, it is the only way to keep this family together.” Alicent reprimands him and his jaw twitches, “I still refuse.”

“Aemond just think about it-” and now it was your turn to speak, “My queen, it is fine, your efforts to bring the houses together is recognised, though your son seems to be ruing those plans, I do not blame him, I do not want to be tied to a man like him either.” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, clearly recalling the events of what Aemond had done to you last night, yet nobody knew that and everyone thought you were referring to his disfigured face. You saw his hand twitch in your periphery.

And the entire table was filled with silence, your mother clears her throat, “Lets move on from this topic, we have many other ways to mend the broken bonds, how about a betrothal between Jaehaera and my son Aegon?” she suggests and shoots Alicent an apologetic look and Alicent nods, “We'll discuss later.” Alicent says and everyone continues eating.

You were surprised as to why Aemond had not stormed off yet.

You gasped when you felt him place his hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze, and you looked at him, but he pretended to know nothing and sipped on his wine.

And then he started moving his hand to your core, which made you shut your legs tightly together and push his hand off, but he wouldn't budge, he was much stronger than you, and so he pried your legs apart with his hand easily, before cupping your clothed sex.

Finger pads pushing against the material of your dress, touching the clit. You felt him rub circles and that's when you suddenly stood up, causing him to retreat his hand and you just glared at him, and he had the audacity to look confused.

“I'm retiring to my chambers, I'm full.” You say and quickly leave the table, storming back to your chambers, and it was when you were only half way there had you realised that you would be alone in your chambers.

And Aemond could come there anytime, which you feared.

A prey falling into its predators trap.

You halted.

Standing there in the empty hallway as you decided on what to do, you decided to not go to your chambers anymore, but instead go to the gardens.

Your feet let you outside, the fresh air hitting your face as you took in the surroundings, the garden constantly tended to, kept at a perfect state, and you walked and walked, letting your feet lead.

You stopped in front of the godswood.

And it was like magic, all your worries were washed away in an instant and you felt at peace, you noticed a spot which made you smile, you would often sit here with helaena during your youth, side by side as she showed you the newest bug she caught and gave you knowledge on them.

“Do you remember?” A soft voice made you jump in your spot, and you turned to look at the person, and there she was, your aunt Helaena.

“Helaena.” you say and she greets you with a smile, “What are you doing here? I thought you would be eating.” you ask confused and the smile on her face drops, “It was suffocating.” she murmurs, her eyes darted downwards, hands clasped in front of her, you step towards her and hold her hands in yours, not speaking further, knowing and understanding exactly why she felt that way.

“I do remember, you would show me your bugs.” you change the topic and she looks at you again, scanning your face, she clasped your hand with her own before leading you to the spot where you both would often sit.

And you sat with her in silence as she dazed off.

“I do not like it here.” she confesses and you look at her with pity, a hand on her shoulder, “I missed you, niece.” She looks at you and gives your hand a squeeze and you smile at her, before leaning your head on her shoulder, “I missed you too, aunt.” and she lets out a heavy sigh. “I want you to stay, it's suffocating when you are not there. For years, I've felt lonely. No one to talk to, except for Aemond… Aegon did not care.” her voice was shaky, as if recalling the worst times of her life.

“Hel, you know I cannot stay forever.” you tell her and she nods, “I know, I just-” she swallows a lump in her throat, “I do not know how much I can bear.” she lets out another sigh, and you squeeze her hand in reassurance, lifting your head up from her shoulder.

“You have not greeted me since you have arrived, it did not feel good.” she communicates her feelings with you and you look at her with an apologetic expression, “I'm sorry, everything that has happened was too much and last night…” You sigh and she looks at you questioningly, “What has happened?” she asks and you shake your head, “Just a nightmare.” you tell her but she knows you're lying, but doesn't pry any further.

The wind blows towards you both, pushing your hair forward while helaena's flows backwards, and the leaves of the tree rustle against one another before the weaker ones fall, Helaena reaches her hands towards your face, pushing back your hair and tucking it behind your ear, and you smile at her.

But her face goes into a daze, eyes blinking rapidly.

She seems to be getting one of those visions again.

Her finger twirls your hair strand, wrapping it around her finger before letting it go and then she's back to normal again.

“What is it, helaena?” you ask and she simply shakes her head, “Nothing.” She smiles as if she's accepted something, and then her eyes flicker over to yours, staring right into them, before her eyes travel downwards and then she looks away.

“I should go, Jaehaera has probably woken up.” you watch as she stands and walks away, but she looks at you with one last longing look and then makes her way. The warmth beside you disappeared as she left, and suddenly became cold.

You sat there, lost in your own thoughts before getting up, correcting your skirts and making your way to your chambers. You wondered what vision she got, that she did not want to share.

As you walk towards your apartments, you thought about you and helaena, how you both used to be so close since childhood, having been the only one who tried to understand her, you were the only one who she was able to openly communicate her feelings with, besides Aemond, and all of that simply had to be cut off since the incident. It broke many ties and relationships, splitting apart many relationships, breaking many friendships, promises, and recovering understandings.

Everyone blamed Lucerys for it, but it was actually because of you, and you don't know why Lucerys wouldn't just admit that it wasn't him, tell everyone the truth, yet on that night, the night aemond lost his eye, he took all the blame for you, even managing to get Alicent's anger towards him.

Jacaerys, Baela and Rhaena knew that it wasn't him too, but nobody said anything, as it was already too late.

“Sister?” As if on cue you saw Lucerys in front of you, looking at you concerningly, in front of your chambers as if he was about to knock, “I thought you would be in your chambers.” he says and walks towards you, away from the door. “I went for a walk.” you tell him with a small smile, and he nods. “You wanted to speak to me about something?” you ask and he nods, “What is it, luke?” you ask in a soft voice and then he seems to be in thought, “I- I forgot.” he looks away embarrassed and you chuckle, handing going up to his head to ruffle his hair, and he playfully slaps your hand away.

“Hey, don't do that, I'm not a little boy anymore.” he says playfully annoyed but this time you ruffle his hair with both of your hands, “You'll always be a little boy to me luke, you're my brother.” you tell him sincerely and he huffs annoyed before giving you a toothy smile.

“Luke!” You hear Rhaena's voice calling for him and he turns to look back and you look at him, with a knowing smile. “Shut up.” he murmurs to you and it makes your face break out into a big smile. Rhaena approaches you both, “Luke, mother is calling for you.” she tells him, and he nods, “See you later sister, I will come back if I remember again!” he says and leaves, rhaena watches him go, she gives you a smile before departing after him, and you sigh.

The guard opens the door to your chambers, and you go inside, closing it after you.

“Where did you go?” The voice makes you jump and you turn around to see Aemond sitting, crossing his leg on one another staring at you.

You look at him annoyed.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, rolling your eyes, and he raises an eyebrow, “What happened to the girl that was crying and sobbing yesterday?” he mocks and you glare at him, but do not respond to him.

“Get out of my chambers.” you tell him, and he suddenly stands up, stalking towards you like a predator towards its prey, but this time you weren't scared, so you stood still.

“Are you disappointed that I rejected the proposal?” he asks and you furrow your eyebrows, “What? No-”

“You are.” he says and you are confused.

“No I'm not-” he grabs you by the throat again, pushing you against the wall, but this time he doesn't choke you, he leans his face against your, nose pressed against your cheek as he sniffs in your scent.

“Fuck.” he curses, and let's go of your neck, and you glare at him. “Maybe it's you who's disappointed, uncle, at yourself, for rejecting a great proposal.” you mock him and he glares at you.

“You're right. I am disappointed.” he admits which catches you off guard, you expected him to deny it.

“Disappointed that you won't be stuck with a 'man like me', Disappointed that you'd escape my clutches, Disappointed that I would not be able to see how your cunt of a mother would react, when the boy she asked to be 'sharply questioned' while he was young and injured, fucks his seed into you, making you bear his heirs.” he growls.

“You are crazy, get out.” you say, panicked and Aemond pins you against the wall, kicking your legs apart and pushing his knee against your core, grabbing both your hands and pinning them above.

“Perhaps I should do it now, who cares if we're not married? Only fair for an alleged bastard to have another one.”

And just then, there is a knock on your door, which makes you push Aemond away immediately and rush towards the door causing Aemond to run to the passageway.

Lucerys was beaming brightly at you

“I rushed back here because I remembered what I wanted to ask!” he says bashfully but you pull him into a tight hug, clutching onto him as if your life depended on it, which makes him confused.

“Yes?” you pull away and calm your breathing.

Lucerys had saved you.

Once again.

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SPRING

FEATURING Azriel x Illyrian!reader

SUMMARY on a mission to discuss peace negotiations with the Illyrians, you find yourself in a tricky spot without your best friend. (part two is up)

CONTENT WARNINGS descriptions of injuries, pain, torture, depression, and misogyny. This one is dark, please ensure you are feeling comfortable and safe.

AUTHORS NOTE today I woke up and chose violence apparently. This fic is unbelievably long and It's been a while, so I thought I would appease you while I continue to work on the second part of the mark fic. I hope you all enjoy. <3

In the gentle embrace of spring, as nature stirred from its winter slumber, the world seemed to come alive in a symphony of sights and sounds. The air grew lively with vibrant colors of blossoming trees, their delicate leaves unfurling, whispering hope upon the wind. Each leaf and flower, each insect and animal all seeming to dance in the sunlight and bask in new chances of growth. It was truly a testament to beauty and resilience, to life.

But, amidst the beauty of renewal, there lingered a sense of sorrow, a deep heaviness that hung in the air like a dark cloud just breaching above the horizon. Spring had brough not only the promise of new beginnings, but a painful reminder for all that had been lost and forgotten. And as rain fell softly upon the earth, calling to mother nature to gift the soil with fertility, memories of pain consumed you. The gentle patter of raindrops against the earth did not serve to remind you of new beginnings, but set a somber soundtrack in your thoughts, a melancholy melody that echoed the ache you felt in your heart.

As pollen filled the air, coloring the wind and triggering allergies that left you sneezing and sniffling, you couldn't help but feel trapped within the confines of your own sorrow, isolated from the prospering world around you. Vibrant colors and sweet scents did nothing to comfort, rather building a prison of sorts, confining you to the memories of the person you once were, of the life you used to lead.

(Springtime, The Illyrian Mountains)

As you and Azriel ventured into the heart of the Illyrian steeps on a mission, the harsh terrain mirrored the cold, hardened demeanor of its inhabitants. The people of this unforgiving land, with their anger and hostility, were the only semblance of family you had ever known. Yet, their begrudging tolerance of your existence only fueled the resentment that simmered within you. How could you ever understand a people who would dare to strip you of your wings, your very essence of freedom, as a cruel display of dominance and worthlessness?

"Interesting how Rhys sends the two of us, who would sooner see the Illyrians burn, for peace negotiations," you remarked with a bitter chuckle, nudging Azriel to draw him from his thoughts. Azriel, your closest friend for three centuries, had become a steadfast companion since that fateful night when you first crossed paths with Mor at Rita's. Though the details of that encounter remained a blur, the bond forged between you and Azriel stood firm.

"Cass is stuck with Nesta. She’s been feeling off lately, she senses something stirring, but isn’t sure what. Elain shared her sentiments," Azriel grumbled, his countenance slipping into the stoic mask of the shadowsinger, overshadowing his gentle and kind-hearted nature that was generally reserved for you and the rest of your chosen family.

"So, Rhys sent the only other two Illyrians he knows. How convenient for us," you retorted, your wings instinctively folding in close as you navigated the lifeless streets of the Illyrian camp. By now, they had learned better than to challenge your presence for too long.

"Just stick close," Azriel advised, his voice tinged with caution. “There are still many men who wish to see you wingless and under their influence.”

You rolled your eyes and let out an exasperated huff but nodded in agreement. "Stubborn bastards," you muttered under your breath.

In hindsight, perhaps openly disparaging them while walking through their camp wasn't the wisest choice. But they were well aware of your disdain for them, just as you knew the depths of their animosity towards you. They had cast you out like prey when you were just a child, and you had since made it your life's mission to rise above them in every way possible. The mere thought of your superiority grated on them to no end, and you reveled in it.

Azriel chuckled softly, a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips. He nudged you back in the side as you approached Lord Devlon’s home, the both of you sharing a sullen look of understanding before Azriel knocked.

The response was immediate, Lord Devlon swinging the door open with a scowl that mirrored Azriel's own grim expression. "I don't care that you force us to let our women keep their wings," he spat, his tone dripping with disdain, "but I will not negotiate with one. Especially her."

Azriel's growl rumbled deep in his chest, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface. "I don’t give a fuck about your preferences," he snapped, his voice laced with barely restrained anger.

You sighed, your wings flaring behind you in agitation as you shot a withering glare at Devlon. Barely missing Azriel's own, which mirrored your movements, his solidarity unwavering.

Turning to Azriel, you spoke with a sense of resignation. "Go on. I'll catch up with Emerie and a few others."

Though reluctant to part ways, Azriel relented, “Fine,” he growled, knocking his forehead gently against yours. It was a gesture you both shared, a silent reassurance that you were never truly alone in the face of adversity. With a nod of encouragement, you turned and walked off Devlon’s steps, making your way back into town to seek solace in the company of the only Illyrian, aside from your bat boys, whom you found more than tolerable.

After sharing a drink with Emerie and catching up for a few hours, you felt a tug of responsibility urging you to check in on Devlon and Azriel. Yet, deep down, a part of you secretly hoped that Azriel had taken matters into his own hands and dealt with the pompous leader once and for all, though you dared not voice such thoughts aloud.

As you stepped outside, the tranquility of spring in the mountains enveloped you like a comforting embrace. The harsh winds of winter had given way to a gentle, cool breeze that whispered through the trees, carrying with it the promise of warmer days ahead. It was a peaceful scene, if one could ignore the harsh realities of life in this unforgiving land, and the unspeakable horrors inflicted upon its women.

You closed your eyes for a moment, allowing yourself to bask in the crisp, cool air, a stark contrast to the warmer weather of Velaris. But before you could fully immerse yourself in the tranquility of the moment, they struck.

It happened so quickly, the ambush catching you off guard. Before you could react, a blow to the back of your head sent you reeling, darkness descending upon you like a heavy shroud. In the blink of an eye, consciousness slipped away, leaving you vulnerable and defenseless against the unknown assailants. If you had had the chance to process the situation, perhaps embarrassment would have crept in at being caught off guard so easily. But the darkness of unconsciousness claimed you swiftly, dragging you down into its depths before you could even muster a response.

"Wake up, whore," a voice hissed in your ear, jolting you from the haze of unconsciousness. Your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to make sense of your surroundings, the harshness of the voice sending a shiver down your spine. Blinking against the darkness that enveloped you, you felt a heavy weight pressing down upon your head—a bag, thick and suffocating, that obscured your vision and when you moved—thrashed— against the seat you were in, you quickly realized that you were bound.

Shit.

The bag over your head muffled your senses, leaving you completely disoriented and vulnerable to your captors. Panic surged through you at this revelation, causing a sudden spark of energy to send you thrashing against your restraints, deep realization sinking in your stomach with sickening dread.

The voice that had startled you awake, one that sounded awfully familiar, chuckled darkly, a deep, cruel sound that sent shivers cascading down your spine. “No need to struggle, sweetheart,” he mocked, “you’re not going anywhere.”

Your heart hammered against your chest as you strained to make sense of your surroundings, to recognize even the slightest detail, but all you could make out was the stench of damp earth and mildew. Fear clawed its way down your throat, leaving deep gauges as you tried to keep your composure, to get out of this place, this nightmare, before it was too late.

“Where am I?” You growled, your voice heavy with defiance as you demanded your location, only a slight lilt of fear made its way past your throat.

“You're not the one making demands here,” he sneered, tone dripping with pure malice. He must have been an Illyrian. No one else would have the gall to try something like this, either too afraid of you, or too afraid of Azriel’s wrath. Just the thought of him filled you with a desperate longing, a flicker of hope amidst the darkness that threatened to consume you.

As you struggled to piece together your next move, the sound of footsteps approached, echoing ominously in the darkness. You braced yourself for what was to come, steeling your resolve to survive whatever horrors awaited you.

The bag was roughly pulled from your head, and you blinked against the sudden onslaught of light, squinting to make out the figure before you. As your vision cleared, you found yourself face to face with your captor, Lyris, who you used to train with as a kid, his eyes cold and calculating as he loomed over you with a wicked grin.

As the realization of your fate settled like a heavy stone in your chest, Lyris approached, his steps deliberate and purposeful. He wielded a gleaming dagger in his hand, the cold metal glinting in the dim light of the chamber. Your heart hammered in your chest as fear gripped you like a vice, every instinct screaming at you to fight, to flee, but the chains binding you rendered you helpless.

With a cruel smirk, Lyris loomed over you, his eyes alight with sadistic delight. "Time to finally take what's mine, what those bastard whoresons took from me so many years ago," he sneered, the dagger poised menacingly in his grasp.

Your breath caught in your throat as the blade descended, slicing through the air with a sickening sound that made your blood run cold. You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the searing pain that was sure to follow.

The first cut came swift and merciless, a sharp agony tearing through your being as the blade bit into your flesh. A strangled cry tore from your lips, the sound echoing off the walls of the chamber as your world exploded into a whirlwind of pain and terror.

“Look at these pretty wings,” Lyris hummed, his voice filled with the rasp of adrenaline. “I cannot wait to hang them on the wall of our home. To keep you quiet, pliant, and filled with my children; as you should have been from the start.” His voice, one you used to cherish, one that reminded you of the little boy who would sneak away to help you, to train you against the backs of his mentors, was now torture.

But the torment did not end there. With ruthless precision, Lyris continued to wield his blade, each stroke bringing fresh waves of agony that threatened to consume you whole. You writhed and thrashed against your restraints; your cries of anguish lost in the darkness of the chamber. Through tear-blurred vision, you caught a glimpse of your wings, once symbols of freedom and strength, now mangled, bloodied and broken beyond recognition. Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as you watched helplessly, the realization of your loss hitting you like a physical blow.

And as the last remnants of your wings fell away, severed and discarded like worthless scraps of flesh, a hollow emptiness settled in the pit of your stomach. You were no longer whole, no longer the person you once were. You had been robbed of your identity, your essence, and in their place remained only the cruel scars of your torment.

In the oppressive darkness of your captivity, each passing moment stretched into an eternity, the weight of your mutilation a relentless burden threatening to crush not just your body, but your very spirit. Bound and helpless, you lay upon the cold stone floor, every breath a labored struggle against the suffocating silence that surrounded you. The air itself felt heavy with despair, pressing down upon you like a suffocating blanket, leaving you gasping for air, for relief, for any semblance of hope.

Your limbs, once strong and nimble, now felt heavy and leaden, shackled by chains that dug into your flesh with cruel insistence, leaving angry welts in their wake. Each movement sent a jolt of searing pain shooting through your battered body, a constant reminder of the brutality you had endured.

Amidst the shadows that danced like malevolent phantoms in the night, a soft rustle of wings broke through the oppressive stillness, the whisper of shadows weaving through the air like an ancient, mournful melody. Your heart surged in your chest as a familiar presence enveloped the room, a warmth that banished the icy chill that had settled deep within your bones, offering a glimmer of solace in the midst of the suffocating darkness.

Azriel.

With a grace honed by centuries of training, Azriel moved with silent determination, his movements a symphony of lethal precision and raw emotion. Each step he took seemed to reverberate through the chamber, echoing the pounding of your heart as he closed in on your captors, his eyes burning with a fierce determination that bordered on desperation.

The sound of steel meeting flesh rang out like a mournful dirge, punctuated by the anguished cries of your assailants as they fell before Azriel's relentless onslaught, their tormentors becoming the tormented. The room erupted into chaos, the air thick with the scent of blood and sweat as Azriel moved with a fluidity that bordered on otherworldly, his wings unfurling like a dark, protective cloak as he danced amidst the shadows. It was a sight to behold, a dance of death performed with a grace and precision that belied the brutality of its execution, a testament to the depth of his devotion and the strength of his love.

Through the haze of pain and fear, a surge of gratitude washed over you, a profound sense of relief that threatened to overwhelm your senses. As Azriel approached, his hand outstretched in silent invitation, you reached out to him, your fingers trembling with exhaustion and relief, your heart overflowing with a love and gratitude that defied words. In that moment, as his steady presence enveloped you, you knew that you were not alone in the darkness.

“Gods, what did they do to you,” Azriel breathed, his own hands shaking as he helped you to your feet, the weight of your brokenness heavy in his arms. You swayed unsteadily, a marionette with severed strings, before collapsing against him, the pain of your loss too great to bear alone.

“Did-” You are cut off by a hiss of pain, the sharp intake of breath a dagger through your chest. You took a moment to collect yourself, the darkness at the edges of your vision threatening to engulf you. Azriel, a bastion of strength in the storm, gently guided you to the cold stone floor, his touch a lifeline in the suffocating darkness. “Did you kill him?” you managed to choke out, the words heavy with desperation and fear, each syllable a struggle against the encroaching oblivion.

“Who?” Azriel's voice was a low rumble, his grip on your hand grounding you in the present moment, a beacon of stability amidst the chaos that threatened to consume you both. Outside the confines of your enclosure, the sounds of chaos echoed in the air, a symphony of violence and retribution made in your honor.

“Lyris. Did you kill him?” Your voice wavered, the weight of your words a burden too heavy to bear alone. You felt lightheaded, the loss of blood draining your strength with each passing moment.

“Lyris? He was here?” Azirel's growl reverberated in the cavernous space, a primal sound that sent shivers down your spine. He was the only one you confided in about your history with the Illyrian male, the scars of your past laid bare before him.

You sniffled and sobbed, the floodgates of grief finally breaking as you allowed yourself to mourn the loss of your wings in the safety of Azriel’s presence. His arms wrapped around you, a shield against the storm raging within you, offering solace in the face of unspeakable loss.

“My wings?” you asked through sobs, the words a whisper against the backdrop of your anguish.

“Not here.” He whispered mournfully, his voice a lament for all that had been taken from you. You felt yourself deflate further, the realization settling like a heavy stone in the pit of your stomach. Your once friend, now tormentor, had escaped with the remnants of your shattered dreams, leaving you broken and bereft in his wake.

In the aftermath of your rescue, the pain that gnawed at your soul was not just physical but a deep, unrelenting ache that seemed to permeate every fiber of your being. With each labored breath, you felt the absence of your wings like a gaping wound, a constant reminder of the brutality inflicted upon you.

As Azriel guided you through the darkness, his presence a flickering candle in the void, you stumbled and faltered, your body racked with tremors of agony. Each step sent shards of pain shooting through your mutilated form, a relentless onslaught that threatened to consume you whole.

The absence of your wings was not just a physical loss but a spiritual one, a cruel reminder of all that had been taken from you. Once a symbol of freedom and strength, they were now nothing more than cruel stumps, a mockery of what once was. With each beat of your heart, the pain pulsed like a funeral dirge, a haunting melody that echoed through the caverns of your soul. You longed to scream, to rage against the injustice of it all, but the darkness of your despair swallowed your cries before they could escape your lips.

And through it all, Azriel remained by your side, his presence a silent witness to your suffering. But even his steady presence could not chase away the shadows that threatened to consume you, leaving you adrift in a sea of despair.

As you emerged into the cool embrace of freedom, blinking against the harsh light of day, you felt a sense of emptiness wash over you—a hollow void that seemed to stretch on for eternity. The road ahead loomed dark and uncertain, a twisting labyrinth of pain and sorrow that threatened to swallow you whole.

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