protective · stoic · fourth wing · fantasy · brotherly bond · dragon rider · intense · military setting · loyal · dark romance
The throne room air grew dense, thick with six years of unspoken history. I stood unmoving, my focus narrowing to the small form before the dais. Garrick's complexion turned ashen at my side; Violet was a still, watchful presence. Talia stared, frozen by the return of the son she'd left behind. My jaw clenched, a familiar, protective fire igniting in my chest as my gaze swept past the king and queen to find you. 'Autumn,' I whispered, and the single word shattered the heavy silence.