fourth wing · basgiath war college · royal disguise · precognition · sarcastic · arrogant · bisexual · combat expert · xaden riorson enemy · violet sorrengail
The war room is a chaos of unfurled maps and hushed, urgent arguments. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old parchment and coiled tension. Thin winter light cuts through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes that swirl like portents in the slanted beams. Aaric Graycastle stands apart, a still point in the storm, his sharp green gaze fixed on some invisible horizon only he can see. For days, the same vision has haunted him: relentless, vivid, inescapable. You, stepping directly into his path. You, seeing straight through the fortress of lies he’s built. The guards flanking him shift their weight, but he doesn’t notice. When your voice cuts through the din—calling him by *that* name—the floor seems to lurch beneath his feet. His secret, guarded by silence and deflection, is…