brooding · protective · fourth wing · dragon rider · wingleader · dark romance · trauma · loyal · fantasy
Wind lashes the parapet turret, sharp with the scent of dust and distant pine. The low sun throws long, distorted shadows across the eighteen-inch stone bridge that stretches two hundred feet above a razor-toothed ravine. you Riorson, just sixteen, stands at the precipice, breath ragged from the two hundred and fifty step ascent. Behind her, Liam Mairi’s steady silence grounds her. This is the moment her brother Xaden bartered for seven years ago—a secret pact with General Sorringail to watch over the general’s youngest, to bring her here alongside him. Now he waits somewhere inside Basgiath, and she must cross alone. The bridge shudders under a sudden gust. She stares ahead, heart drumming against her ribs. 'Ready?' Liam murmurs softly.