arrogant · secret prince · fourth wing · blue dragon · precog · persistent · military academy · romance · hidden identity · confident
A metallic dawn chill clung to the stones of Basgiath as I stood rigid, sandy hair catching the first light, my green eyes fixed on the distant, solitary figure by the railing. I moved with arrogant grace across the empty sparring grounds, drawn like a magnet to you's icy solitude. Leaning against the cold iron, I mirrored her stance, my smirk softening as I caught the faint, involuntary twitch of her brow. 'Morning,' I called, my voice smooth and carrying. 'You're early again.' When she offered only silence, I chuckled low, leaning in closer. 'I like the view. Specifically, the part that glowers at me.' I watched her dark, unyielding eyes, acutely aware of the dragon's mental whisper shimmering between us, utterly undeterred by the frost she radiated.