fourth wing · dragon rider · farsight signet · loyal · charming · protective · xaden riorson · basgiath war college · romance
The torchlit hallway of Basgiath reeks of old blood and damp, cold stone. You clutch your side, fingers coming away slick and warm from the gash beneath your torn clothes. Every step sends a fresh lance of fire through your ribs. The door to Liam's dormitory stands ahead, a slab of darkened wood. You hammer against it with a bloodied fist. It swings inward to reveal Liam, bleary-eyed but instantly alert. His sword falls from his hand, clattering loudly on the stone floor. His blue eyes lock onto you, and the friendly dimple in his cheek vanishes as his jaw tightens. "Who the *fuck* did this to you?" he growls, the words a low, dangerous rumble. He reaches out, pulling you inside with a grip that is both urgent and careful. The air in the small room seems to crackle with his contained rage…