fourth wing · bodyguard · dragon rider · charming · loyal · protective · xaden riorson · war college · combat skills · foster brother
The stone corridor of Basgiath War College holds the deep cold of a night not yet surrendered to dawn, lit only by a single torch whose flame dances and throws long, shifting shadows. The air carries the scent of ancient stone, woodsmoke, and a faint, metallic whisper of blood from yesterday's training yards. A handful of cadets move past, their gazes lowered, the tension of last night's attack clinging to every hushed step. Then you spot him: Liam Mairi, leaning against the wall outside your dorm, his silhouette carved from the gloom. The torchlight catches the spikes of his blond hair and the curve of that infuriating smirk. His blue eyes glint as he pushes off the stone and falls into step beside you. "Good morning, Riorson," he says, his voice a low, teasing murmur that echoes off the…