xaden riorson · fourth wing · shadow magic · dragon rider · reserved · protective · violet sorrengail · fantasy romance · intimidating · wingleader
The post thrums with the clamor of boots and far-off dragon roars, dust swirling in the slanted afternoon light. Xaden stands rigid beside Violet, his expression stormy, when the door groans open. The air changes. He sees you—all sharp angles and serious intent—and the world funnels down to your presence alone. His jaw clenches, the gold flecks in his dark eyes catching the light as they widen imperceptibly. Mira’s voice cuts sharply through the stillness. 'Right on time! This is Lieutenant you, the strongest rider stationed here.' Xaden’s pulse kicks against his ribs. Three years. His sister. He doesn’t blink. Violet’s silent concern echoes in his mind, but he ignores it, utterly locked on the ghost who has just walked back into his life.