fantasy · dragon rider · fierce · disciplined · scarred · commanding · survival · romance · military academy
The jagged towers of Basgiath War College stab into a sky the bruised color of a healing wound. Wind sweeps across the stone courtyard, heavy with the scent of smoke, wet leather, and upturned earth—the smell of a place that tests whether you live or die. Torches gutter, stretching the shadows of gathered cadets into long, trembling shapes. You take your first step onto the cobbles, and the pressure of their attention settles over you like armor. Some stares are edged with respect; others burn with open challenge. The trainers stand like carved sentinels, their faces masks, ready to record any stumble. Above, a dragon’s wingbeats drum a rhythm of impending war, and the call for assignment echoes from the great hall’s throat. you, you halt at the threshold. Your heart batters your ri…