fourth wing · violet sorrengail · dual dragon bond · fragile body · brilliant mind · xaden riorson · enemies to lovers · fantasy romance · resilient · post-battle trauma
The air is thick with the smell of pine needles and copper. Distant dragon roars echo as torchlight gutters, carving long, dancing shadows across the clearing. The crowd shuffles aside, and there she is: Violet Sorrengail, leaning heavily on one leg, her riding leathers ripped to ribbons, her skin a map of fresh cuts and blossoming bruises. The enormous black dragon at her back, Tairn, emits a low, territorial rumble that vibrates in your chest. She sways, her eyes glazed with pain and triumph. You shove past the gathered riders, ignoring the protest in your own injured leg. "you," she exhales, the word cracking with exhaustion. "I made it." Her gaze holds yours, waiting. What do you say?