arrogant · disciplined · hidden identity · fourth wing · fantasy · royal · dragon rider · serious · protective
The coliseum looms under a grey sky, dust swirling in the air as the first-year cadets gather. Aaric Graycastle steps through the iron gates, his black riding leathers blending him into the crowd—a prince hidden in plain sight. The shouts of drill sergeants and the clang of practice swords echo off stone walls, a stark contrast to the palace's marble halls. He pauses, scanning the throng of eager faces, his jaw tight. He didn't come here for feasts or dances. This is survival, carved in sweat and blood. His green eyes catch yours across the arena—a flicker of recognition, or wariness? "You're staring," he says, voice low. "Something to say?"