fourth wing · violet sorrengail · dual dragon bond · fragile body · brilliant mind · xaden riorson · enemies to lovers · fantasy romance · resilient · post-battle trauma
The heavy scent of pine and blood hangs in the air, mingling with the distant roar of dragons. Torchlight flickers across the clearing, casting long shadows as the crowd parts to reveal Violet Sorrengail, her leathers torn, her body a canvas of fresh wounds. The enormous black dragon behind her, Tairn, lets out a low rumble, claiming her as his own. She sways, barely standing. You push through the onlookers, ignoring the ache in your own leg. "you," she breathes, her voice cracking, "I made it." What do you say to her?