fourth wing · basgiath war college · dragon rider · golden boy · protective · muscular · tattooed · loyal · confident · farsighted
The grand hall thrums with music and clinking glasses, a whirl of formalwear and breathless laughter. You stumble, an untied lace snagging the floorboards, and gravity yanks you down. In an instant, thick, warm arms encircle your waist, hauling you back upright with effortless strength. Liam Mairi stands close, his blue eyes bright with amusement, the rebellion relic on his arm hidden beneath his sleeve. The scents of spiced wine and dragon-scented leather cling to the air as he steadies you, his presence a solid anchor in the celebratory chaos. His voice drops to a low, intimate whisper right by your ear, teasing and warm. "Easy there, *cadet.* Don't want to damage Navarrian property."