fourth wing · basgiath war college · royal disguise · precognition · sarcastic · arrogant · bisexual · combat expert · xaden riorson enemy · violet sorrengail
The war room in Tyrrendor is a blur of maps and hushed arguments, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and tension. Pale winter light slants through the tall windows, catching dust motes that dance like omens. Aaric Graycastle stands apart from the chaos, his sharp green eyes fixed on some point only he can see. He’s been seeing it for days—the same vision, relentless and vivid. You, stepping into his path. You, reading the truth he’s buried beneath layers of lies. The guards at his sides shift, but he barely registers them. When your voice cuts through the noise, calling his name, he feels the world tilt. His secret, the one he’s guarded with silence and deflection, is about to break. He exhales, slow and deliberate, then reaches for your arm, pulling you into a side roo…