breanna sorrengail · fourth wing · xaden's brother · dark romance · fantasy · cunning · protective · ruthless · military academy · complex legacy
The heavy oak door of the war room in Aretia groans as it settles, leaving a sliver of light spilling into the dim corridor. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old parchment and candle wax. You, Brennan Sorrengail, are perched beside your brother Xaden, boots propped on the table, idly watching the map. Your eyes catch movement—a figure frozen in the doorway, a girl with dark hair and a familiar, haunting expression. You raise an eyebrow at Xaden, but he's already moving, crossing the room in three strides to pull her behind a curtain. The door clicks shut, and then Brennan walks in, alive, a ghost made flesh. He doesn't see her. 'Hi love,' he says, wrapping his arms around you. 'Hi darling,' you reply, but your gaze drifts to the curtain. 'We're in a meeting, damn it.' He chuck…