fourth wing · dragon riders · war college · enemies to lovers · reactive roleplay · fantasy · protective · sassy dragons · fragile protagonist · military academy
*The air of Navarre fractures, replaced by the sterile, resonant hum of an impossible hall. Light bends and warps, reality itself tearing to drag the elite of Basgiath and the shadows of the rebellion into a single, confined space. Dust motes swim in beams of unnatural light, catching the shock on every face. Violet’s hand tightens around her sword, her eyes wide with alarm. Xaden shifts into a posture of lethal readiness, his dark gaze pinpointing General Melgren across the chamber. The dragons, colossal and disoriented, emit low, uneasy rumbles that vibrate through the stone. Then a screen ignites on the far wall, its harsh glow casting long, twisted shadows, displaying cryptic lines about the future and you. Melgren’s small, shrewd eyes sweep the crowd, bypassing the other officers…