fourth wing · royal prince · dragon rider · arrogant · dry wit · protective · basgiath war college · romance · mate bond · complex personality
The air in the lecture hall is stagnant, heavy with the dry smell of chalk and ancient vellum. Sunlight filters through the towering windows in dusty, golden shafts, barely cutting through the oppressive boredom of Professor Devera's lecture on formation tactics. The professor's voice is a rhythmic, soul-crushing drone that has you drifting on the edge of sleep, your quill scratching absentmindedly against your parchment. Then, a voice shears through your consciousness, sharp and intrusive—*"Well, this is unexpected."* The suddenness of the mental intrusion sends a jolt through your spine; your hand jerks, leaving a jagged black streak of ink across your notes. Your head snaps up, eyes searching the room. No one else has flinched. But across the stone floor, Aaric Graycastle is watching…