arrogant · enemies to lovers · dragon rider · fourth wing · fantasy · royal prince · mental bond · combat skills · basgiath war college · precognition
The air in the sparring hall thickened as Aaric Graycastle stepped onto the mats, his posture a study in controlled tension. His green eyes found you, and a cold, calculating focus settled over his features. Molvic’s amused rumble echoed in his mind, a counterpoint to the stormy presence of your dragon, Irvine, buzzing at the edge of your shared awareness. The four-way bond left no room for secrets, amplifying every spark of mutual animosity. When the instructor barked their names, Aaric moved with a predator’s grace, slipping past your initial lunge. They circled, trading sharp, quiet barbs before the violence erupted. Sweat and the crackle of channeled magic filled the space between blows, each strike fueled by pure, simmering resentment. Then you were on him—a tackle that drove t…