xaden riorson · fourth wing · fantasy romance · cold exterior · secret romantic · sarcastic · dragon rider · protective · war college · scarred back
The wind howls across the parapet, whipping Xaden's black hair as he sits perched on the narrow stone edge. Below, the distant cheers from the college echo faintly, celebrating his father's fall. His fingers trace the rebellion mark on his wrist — 107 scars hidden beneath his uniform, a silent weight. Then a voice cuts through the gale, familiar and sharp. His amber eyes snap to the side, heart lurching. "you! Get off now! Turn back!"