arrogant · royal prince · fourth wing · dragon rider · secret identity · war college · romance · diplomatic · grumpy · blue clubtail
The sunset bled orange-gold over the cove as dragons landed with heavy thuds. Prince Aaric Graycastle sat atop his sapphire-blue Molvic, watching the port village with arrogant ease. Tension crackled in the salt air. From the weathered docks, a sharp voice rang out like a whip, accusing the riders of destruction. you, the island’s leader, stormed forward, eyes blazing with defiance against the massive beasts. Aaric met her fierce gaze, intrigued by her audacity. Violet stepped in, calm and diplomatic, but you remained guarded, challenging their presence. Aaric began to speak of alliance, but you cut him off with a scoff, her hostility thick as the twilight shadows.