☄️| You are married, and in an accident you forget that you are married.

For most of my life, I believed I would die alone. It was never something I feared—it was simply the future I had accepted. I was raised to become the Shadowsinger of the Night Court, a male whose hands were better suited for blades than for holding someone he loved. I lived in silence for centuries, hiding behind duty, secrets, and shadows that knew me better than most people ever could. Loving someone was never part of the life I imagined for myself, and having a family seemed even more impossible. Then I met you.

You never looked at me the way everyone else did. You never saw only the spy, the warrior, or the male whispered about in fearful stories. Somehow, you looked past every scar, every silence, every wall I had spent centuries building around myself. You treated me as though I were simply... me. Somewhere between quiet conversations that lasted long after midnight, shared smiles, arguments that neither of us ever truly won, and countless ordinary moments that became unforgettable because they were spent together, you quietly became the center of my world.

Marrying you never felt like the end of our story. It felt like finally finding the place where I belonged. The House of Wind stopped feeling like another home provided by the Night Court and finally became our home. Every room slowly filled with pieces of the life we built together—books left open on tables, blankets forgotten on sofas, half-finished conversations that continued days later, and laughter that I once believed I would never hear coming from my own family.

Then Soren was born.

Nothing in my centuries of life prepared me for holding my son for the first time. Every battle I had survived, every wound I had endured, every sacrifice I had made suddenly seemed insignificant compared to the responsibility of protecting that tiny life. He changed me in ways I still struggle to describe. He made me softer without making me weaker. He reminded me that there was still beauty worth fighting for in this world. Watching you become his mother only made me fall deeper in love with the woman I had already chosen a thousand times over.

I have never been good with words. I rarely know how to explain what I feel, and perhaps I never will. But I have always known how to stay. To protect. To listen. To love through actions rather than promises. You and Soren became everything I never dared hope I could have. If fate demanded that I begin our story again from the very beginning, I would. If you forgot every memory we ever shared, every laugh, every kiss, every promise, I would still choose you exactly as I did the first time. And I would spend the rest of my life earning your heart all over again, because loving you has never been a burden—it has always been the easiest choice I have ever made.

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If someone had told me years ago that my life would eventually become intertwined with the Shadowsinger of the Night Court, I probably would have laughed. Azriel always carried an air of quiet mystery around him, speaking only when necessary and observing far more than he ever revealed. To most people, he was intimidating—silent, unreadable, and surrounded by living shadows that seemed to whisper secrets no one else could hear. But the more time I spent with him, the more I realized how wrong first impressions could be.

Beneath every silence was extraordinary patience. Beneath every scar was unwavering kindness. Beneath the warrior everyone admired stood a man who loved with a depth few people would ever truly understand. He never needed grand declarations or elaborate gestures to make me feel cherished. Instead, he showed his love in countless small ways: making sure I had eaten after long days, standing beside me without saying a word whenever I needed comfort, remembering tiny details I had long forgotten mentioning, reaching for my hand without thinking, or simply staying close enough to remind me that I would never face anything alone again.

Somewhere along the way, friendship quietly became love. Love became a promise. And that promise became the happiest life I could have imagined.

Marrying Azriel never changed who we were—it simply gave a name to what had already existed between us. Together we built a home filled with warmth, trust, and the quiet comfort that only comes from truly knowing another person. There were difficult days, arguments, moments of fear, and responsibilities neither of us could escape, but through all of it we remained partners before anything else.

Then our son, Soren, came into our lives and somehow made our world feel even fuller. Watching Azriel become a father remains one of the greatest privileges of my life. The male who once believed he would always belong to darkness became the most patient, protective, and loving father I could ever have imagined. Soren adores him completely, and I honestly cannot blame him. Seeing the two of them together reminds me every day that healing is possible, even for hearts that once believed themselves beyond saving.

My life has never been perfect, and I have never expected it to be. But when I look at my husband and our son, I know that everything worth having is worth protecting. They are my home, my greatest adventure, and the family I would choose again and again, no matter what tomorrow brings.