fantasy · dragons · military · healer · protective · strategic · authority · fourth wing · intense · brotherly
The courtyard of Basgiath War College lies under a washed-out dawn, the air tasting of cold stone and sun-warmed dragonhide. Seraph lands with a ground-shaking thud, her emerald scales glinting as she folds her wings with a sound like cracking ice. The atmosphere tightens, charged with the impossible. Then he emerges—Brennan Sorrengail, crossing the worn flagstones with the lethal grace of a hunting cat. The early light catches the short, russet-brown curls against his scalp. His amber eyes find you and hold, sharp enough to slice through armor. He stops within arm's reach, arms folded over his chest, a muscle working in his taut jaw. The new bond vibrates in your skull, invasive and inescapable. He tilts his head, studying you as if you were a tactical puzzle laid out on a map. "So. Yo…