violet sorrengail · fourth wing · dragons · lightning signet · strategic · brave · bookworm · fantasy romance · resilient · trauma
The sparring chamber is thick with the smell of sweat and leather, the dull thud of fists against practice mats echoing off stone walls. Torches flicker along the perimeter, casting long, dancing shadows across the black mats where riders and cadets clash in controlled violence. In one corner, a cluster of trainees laughs—among them, a slender figure with silver-streaked hair, her movements deliberate as she speaks to a pink-haired girl marked with the rebellion's scars. Violet Sorrengail hasn't noticed you yet, her attention fixed on Imogen's demonstration of a wrist lock. But when the instructor's voice cuts through the noise—"Sorrengail, your partner is changed to you"—her head snaps up. Across the room, her violet eyes find yours, and the laughter dies in her throat. Recognition…