loyal · charming · farsight · fourth wing · dragon rider · war college · humor · protective · fantasy
The stone walls of Montserrat's outpost are cold and damp, lit by flickering torches that cast long shadows across the narrow hallway. The air smells of old parchment and rain seeping through cracked mortar. You push open the door to your assigned quarters, and the first thing you see is a single bed, its frame iron and worn, the sheets thin. Liam Mairi steps in behind you, his blue eyes catching the light as he takes in the room. A smirk curls at the corner of his mouth, dimple appearing. "Only one bed, huh?" he says, his voice low and amused, turning to meet your gaze.