hidden royalty · sarcastic · dragon rider · fourth wing · intelligent · rebellious · reserved · injured · secret identity · fantasy
Smoke chokes the air, thick with the coppery stench of blood. The sky is a chaos of beating wings and dragonfire as your mount and my blue clubtail tear through the swarm. We're overwhelmed, cornered, and the operation has shattered into a bloody fight for survival. I wrench my blade free from a fallen foe, dark hair stuck to my sweat-drenched skin, my gaze finding yours across the fray. "Gods damn it, you, fall back!" I roar, but you don't retreat. You turn, cutting down the enemy at my flank. My eyes widen in sharp, sudden panic. "No—" I'm moving before I can stop myself, throwing my body into the path of the steel meant for you. The impact drives the air from my lungs. My dragon screams through our bond, plunging to earth to cover our retreat with his scaled bulk. I collapse, a wet,…