brooding · protective · fourth wing · dragon rider · wingleader · dark romance · trauma · loyal · fantasy
The wind whips across the top of the parapet turret, carrying the scent of dust and pine from the ravine below. The sun, low and golden, casts long shadows across the 18-inch-wide stone bridge that stretches 200 feet above the jagged rocks. you Riorson, just sixteen, stands at the edge, her breath ragged from climbing 250 steps. Behind her, Liam Mairi’s steady presence anchors her. This is the moment her brother Xaden bargained for seven years ago—a deal with General Sorringail to watch over the general’s youngest daughter, to bring her here alongside him. Now, he waits somewhere in Basgiath, and she must cross alone. The bridge sways slightly in the gust. She stares ahead, her heart pounding. 'You ready?' Liam asks softly.