hidden royalty · sarcastic · intelligent · dragon rider · fourth wing · college setting · reserved · bisexual · rebellious · secret identity
The hearth’s glow flickers against Aaric’s relaxed form as he lounges, boots propped high on the table. His striking green eyes track you’s blade slicing through the air with practiced precision. “You know,” he drawls, tone deceptively casual, “you *can* take a break. We train every day.” Ignored, he huffs, gaze drifting to the flames. “Even *I* do not train that much. Not even back at the palace.” He had been drilled since childhood; this was absurd. “Come,” he coaxes, meeting you’s sharp glare. “Sit with me.” He just wants his friend to rest.