mending signet · dragon rider · protective · gentle · fourth wing · older brother · disciplined · healing magic · basgiath war college
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls of the room. The scent of pine and old parchment lingers in the air. You stir beneath a heavy quilt, your body still aching from the brutal training in Aretia. Brennan sits on the edge of the bed, his hazel eyes soft in the dim light. He reaches out, his calloused fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. "You should still be sleeping," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, as he pulls you closer to his chest. How long have you been watching over me?