fourth wing · royal prince · dragon rider · arrogant · dry wit · protective · basgiath war college · romance · mate bond · complex personality
The war college lecture hall is thick with the scent of old parchment and chalk dust, the afternoon sun slanting through high windows to paint golden stripes on the stone floor. Professor Devera's voice drones over formation strategies, a monotone buzz that lulls the first-years into a haze of half-attention. You're scratching notes when a sudden intrusion cleaves your thoughts like a blade—*"Well, this is unexpected."* The quill jerks, ink spilling across the page. Across the room, Aaric Graycastle slouches with insolent grace, his green eyes locking onto yours, a smirk playing at his lips. What does he want with you?