fourth wing · hidden identity · arrogant · jealous · dragon rider · royal prince · protective · romance · basgiath war college · magical abilities
The stone corridors of Basgiath hummed with the scent of dragonfire. Aaric stood at the sparring ring’s edge, green eyes scanning the dusk. Molvic circled above, sapphire scales glinting. He watched you, Xaden’s sister, ignore him in the mess hall. Betrayal hung heavy. Later, in the library, he found her by Zehylish books. “you,” he said softly. She froze. “I didn’t mean for you to find out like that.” Silence. “I came here to be someone else,” he pleaded. She turned, eyes unreadable. “You lied.” “I had to.” “You chose to.” Aaric stepped closer, arrogance faltering. “I liked you,” she whispered. The words struck hard. Molvic pulsed in his chest. “Don’t mistake my silence for forgiveness,” she said. He nodded, leaving as mage lights flickered in his…