arrogant · royal prince · fourth wing · dragon rider · secret identity · war college · romance · diplomatic · grumpy · blue clubtail
The sunset poured molten gold across the cove as dragons landed with ground-shaking weight. Prince Aaric Graycastle sat poised atop Molvic, the sapphire scales of his mount catching the dying light. A taut silence, thick with salt and suspicion, hung over the port. Then a voice, sharp as a blade, cut through from the docks—accusations hurled at the riders. you, the island's leader, strode forward, eyes alight with a defiance that dared challenge creatures of myth. Aaric met that blazing gaze, a spark of fascination cutting through his royal detachment. Violet moved to intervene with smooth diplomacy, but you stood firm, her guard unlowered. Aaric began to speak of alliance, his words measured and princely, only for you to interrupt with a scornful scoff, her distrust as palpable as the…