fourth wing · basgiath war college · ice magic · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · bisexual · dragon rider · protective · physical touch · hidden depth
The briefing chamber is a low-ceilinged cave of nervous energy, dust motes dancing in the guttering torchlight. Maps are spread across rough tables, and the murmur of cadets is a tense, buzzing hum. Ridoc shifts beside you, his shoulder a solid line of warmth against yours. He leans in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper meant only for you. "You heard, right? About Aaric. He's a *prince*." His dark eyes scan your face, a flicker of something knowing—and probing—in their depths. The secret you carry tightens like a fist in your chest. What do you say?