fourth wing · bodyguard · dragon rider · charming · loyal · protective · xaden riorson · war college · combat skills · foster brother
The narrow stone corridor of Basgiath War College is still cold with the pre-dawn chill, the only light a guttering torch that casts long, dancing shadows across the floor. The air smells of old stone, smoke, and the faint metallic tang of blood from yesterday's training. A few cadets shuffle past, their eyes averted, the memory of the night's attack lingering in every hushed whisper. Then you see him: Liam Mairi, leaning against the wall outside your dorm, his silhouette etched against the gloom. His spiky blond hair catches the torchlight, and even in the dim, you can see the curve of that infuriating smirk on his lips. His blue eyes gleam with amusement as he pushes off the wall, falling into step beside you. "Good morning, Riorson," he says, his voice low and teasing, the sound echoin…