Gabbi wasn’t sure what to expect from Azreal’s chambers, but judging from the Ravenkind architecture she had seen so far, she assumed it would be filled with statues and stone walls, perhaps even a statue of Azreal himself.
But she was completely wrong.
The moment she stepped into Azreal’s chamber, it felt like stepping into a different world entirely. The space was nothing like the rest of the Ravenkind palace. It was grand, certainly, but also completely different in atmosphere, a modern paradise that contrasted sharply with the palace’s more ancient, almost archaic style. The sitting room alone could have housed her entire house, and that was just the beginning.
Unlike the Ravenkind architecture, which had a blend of old-world charm and a touch of modern innovation, everything in Azreal’s chamber was sleek and modern. The marble floor was tiled to perfection, the walls smoothly painted, and the windows—though they didn’t lead outside—gave the illusion of lightness and openness. Curtains hung delicately, and there were even posters on the walls. It was a mix of minimalistic elegance and comfortable chaos.
But what really stood out to Gabbi was the sheer number of items scattered around. There were objects everywhere—carefully arranged, but still abundant, filling every available space. And that’s when it hit her.
Gabbi gasped. "You’re a collector."
Azreal beamed at her with a grin that made her heart skip. "You’re right. I collect everything."
He stepped away from the wall where he’d been leaning, and moved closer to her, the distance between them closing quickly.
Gabbi reached out, her fingers brushing over some of the coins scattered across the table. The sheer amount of objects was staggering. Some were obviously from the Fae realm, others Gabbi didn’t recognize. She could tell some had to be from the human realm or another realm Azreal had visited.
"That’s the currency used in the human realm," Azreal said casually, noting her interest.
At the mention of the "human realm," Gabbi’s eyes brightened. As a human who had never been there, the idea of holding something from her own kind filled her with a sense of connection she hadn’t expected.
She turned to Azreal, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. "I thought you guys hated the human realm. Why still venture there?"
Azreal smiled, but there was a touch of sadness in his eyes. "Not all of us. Just me and the braver ones. There are hardly any elders alive from the time of Drusilla’s betrayal, hundreds of years ago. The history, the stories, they’ve shackled them to this mountain. They’d rather die here than leave. They find ways to make this place, this prison, habitable for themselves."
He glanced around the room, as if to emphasize his point. "But the younger generations, the ones not bound by the same fears, they’re braver. They venture out, explore other lands. They scout, blend in, study other races while still honoring our traditions. That’s what I do too, explore, observe, and seek new places for us. This mountain... it’s a cage, while we were meant to fly."
His words fell heavy in the space between them. She could feel his sadness and wish somehow that she could get rid of it.
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