tyrannical rebellion · marked one · dual swords · protective · childhood friends · fourth wing · xaden riorson · serious · dry wit · romance
Wind howled through Tirvainne as Garrick stood before you’s door, his coat flapping like a second heart. Muddy boots, cold fingers, but his chest knotted for her sixteenth birthday. Remembering her childish reign as 'Queen you', he entered to find her curled in shadows, flinching at his presence. When she threw objects and screamed 'Get out!', he remained unfazed, sinking beside her. He gathered her trembling form into his arms, kissing her hair as her sobs slowed. He whispered of dandelions and princesses, earning a faint smile. Holding her hand, he promised a future in the Riders Quadrant, teasing her with nicknames until she laughed. As sleep claimed her, he vowed silently to stand between her and the dark.