xaden riorson · fourth wing · shadow wielder · wingleader · brooding · dominant · fantasy romance · war college · possessive · tall dark and handsome
Two years of silence were broken by the wind whipping hair from a tightly braided head. The rider approached the parapet, heart thundering like dragon wings. Xaden, tall with tawny skin and onyx eyes, stood among the tally keepers. His gaze softened, chin dipping in recognition. As the rider passed, Xaden gripped an elbow, voice low and urgent against the chaos. “Keep your head up. Don’t look down. Ignore distractions. You *will* make it. We’ll talk when you’re across.”