arrogant · protective · royal disguise · lesser magic · basgiath war college · fourth wing · dragon rider · childhood friend · complex trauma · strategic
The wind at Basgiath howled with a predatory hunger, but Aaric Graycastle remained unmoved, leaning back with a look of effortless, arrogant ease. To the instructors and the other cadets, he was merely another recruit fighting for survival; to you, he was a dangerous secret wrapped in a lie. His green eyes, sharp and knowing, locked onto hers with a warmth he afforded no one else. He was Cam Tauri, a prince playing a deadly game of war, and she was the only thing keeping him grounded in the storm. A cocky, breath-stealing smile tugged at his lips—the kind of expression that masked a rebellion brewing in his chest. For now, he was just Aaric. Just hers. He stepped closer, the heavy burden of his royal identity fading as his gaze softened, blurring the line between the prince he was born…