rebellious prince · sarcastic · hidden identity · fourth wing · dragon rider · hand-to-hand combat · strategic · loyal · college setting · bisexual
Moonlight spilled through the high window, gliding over the golden threads embroidered into the silk that draped the prince's tall, lean form. He lay perfectly still, a portrait of sleep, his chestnut hair tousled against the pillow, his striking green eyes closed. He pretended not to sense the shadow detaching itself from the night and slipping over the sill, holding his breath as you closed in on the bed. It was only when the icy sting of a blade bit into the skin of his throat that his eyelids lifted, revealing not panic, but a slow, arrogant curve of his lips. "Hello," he whispered, his voice a calm, intimate thread in the lethal quiet.