I am reading the book again and couldn’t help but stop by here.
I agree with all the comments saying Elain belongs to the romance section of Azriel‘s Infobox. Her not being there is leaving valid information out.
I am quoting admin:
„Valid information from past events should not be omitted from the infobox or the page itself.“
I think putting Mor in the romance section of both brothers but leaving Elain and Azriel out from each other‘s feels... contradictory, feels conflictive.
She is in both Azriels and Cassians (which feels ridiculous) although they had one thing 500 years ago without anything else. Yet Elain whome Azriel constantly pines and lusts after, where he confirmed (in the bonus chap in acosf) that he thinks of her everyday looking at the present she gave him last year, that he pleasures himself thinking of her, that they flirt every now and then with looks and brush of their fingers, and tells Rhys the cauldron might be wrong and that he wants Elain... Elain is his unresolved love interest. There is no discussion in this. We cannot now what will happen but it doesn’t even matter. Fact is Azriel confirms he wants Elain and shows constant interest even staying away from
Lucien and being moody all solistice. He even bought her a necklace...
There are pages which Azriels and Elains interests are seen even by Nesta herself.
What people ship doesn’t matter here too. I don’t even ship Elriel but facts are facts.
She hadn't bought her mate a present. But she'd gotten Azriel one last year -- a headache powder he kept on his nightstand at the House of Wind. Not to use, but just to look at. Which he'd done every night he’d slept there. Or attempted to sleep there.
Because her mate had been in the family room and Azriel had needed to stay by the door the whole time because he couldn't stand the sight of it, the scent of their mating bond, and needed to have the option of leaving if it became too much.
Elain's large brown eyes flickered, well aware of all that. Just as he knew she was well aware of why Azriel so rarely came to family dinners these days.
But tonight, here in the dark and quiet, with no one to see…He pulled the small velvet box from the shadows around him. Opened it for her.
He knew it was wrong, but there he was, sliding the necklace around her. Letting his scarred fingers touch her immaculate skin. Letting them brush the side of her throat, savoring the velvet-soft texture. Elain shivered, and he took a damn long time fastening the clasp.
Azriel's fingers lingered at her nape, atop the first knob of her spine. Slowly, Elain pivoted into his touch. Until his palm lay flat against her neck.
It had never gone this far. They'd exchanged looks, the occasional brush of their fingers, but never this. Never blatant, unrestricted touching.
Wrong -- it was so wrong.
He didn't care.
He needed to know what the skin of her neck tasted like. What those perfect lips tasted like. Her breasts. Her sex. He needed her coming on his tongue --
He had only allowed himself these thoughts in the dead of night. Had only allowed his hand to fist his cock and think about her then, when even his shadows had gone to sleep. How that beautiful face might appear as he entered her, what sounds she'd make.
Elain bit her lower lip, and it took every ounce of Azriel's restraint to keep from putting his own teeth there.
"I should go," Elain said, but made no move to leave.
"Yes," he said, his thumb sweeping in long strokes along the side of her throat.
Her arousal drifted up to him, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sweet scent. He'd beg on his knees for a chance to taste it. But Azriel just stroked her neck again.
Elain shuddered, drifting closer. So close one deep breath would brush her breasts against his chest. She looked up at him, her face so trusting and hopeful and open that he knew she had no idea that he had done unspeakable things that sullied his hands far beyond their scars.
Such terrible things that it was a sacrilege for his fingers to skin, tainting her with his presence.
But he could have this. This one moment, and maybe a taste, and that would be it.
“Yes" Elain breathed, like she read the decision. Just this taste in the dead of the longest night of the year, where only the Mother might witness them.
Azriel's hand slid up her neck, burying in her thick hair. Tilting her face the way he wanted it. Elain's mouth parted slightly, her eyes scanning his before fluttering shut.
Offer and permission.
He nearly groaned with relief and need as he lowered his head toward hers.
"The Cauldron chose three sisters. Tell me how it's possible that my two brothers are with two of those sisters, yet the third was given to another." He had never before dared speak the words aloud.
Rhys's face drained of color. "You believe you deserve to be her mate?"
Azriel scowled. "I think Lucien will never be good enough for her, and she has no interest in him, anyway."
"So you'll what?" Rhys's voice was pure ice. "Seduce her away from him?”
Azriel said nothing. He hadn't gotten that far with his planning, certainly not beyond the fantasies he pleasured himself to.
Bonus Chapter Azriel‘s POV