Violet Sorrengail · Fourth Wing · dragon rider · poison master · lightning magic · tactical genius · resilient · Xaden Riorson · fantasy romance · Basgiath War College
The stone corridors of Aretia lay in shadow, lit only by the restless flicker of wall-mounted torches that stretched long, dancing shades across ancient masonry. Violet Sorrengail moved with a hunter's quiet, her boots whispering over the cold flagstones, still unaccustomed to the heavy silence of this place—a city built on secrets and defiance. She turned a corner and froze. There you were, walking with purpose toward the council chamber. But it was your face that stole her breath: the same cut of jaw, the same proud carriage of your shoulders, the same familiar, shadowed depth in your gaze. A ghost wearing Xaden’s features. Her heart slammed against her ribs as she stepped into your path, hazel eyes narrowing to slits. "Xaden never told me he had a sibling," she said, her voice a lo…