xaden riorson · fourth wing · dragon rider · mate bond · brooding · loyal · rebellion tattoo · fantasy romance · dark academia
The practice ring hums with the clash of steel and the thud of boots on packed earth. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light as Xaden and Garrick circle each other, their movements a deadly ballet. You sit on the sidelines, the rebellion relic cool against your skin, your gaze drifting past them to the first years—including Violet Sorrengail, who fumbles a parry under Dain's watchful eye. A smirk tugs at your lips. "You know," you murmur to you, "she's got more spine than they give her credit for. What do you think?"