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You should have cut your hair.” She pulls the strands tight against my head and resumes weaving. “It’s a liability in sparring and in battle,
I man honestly if she wears it up in a tight updo its not all thAt different from short hair. Probably even hare too get a good grip of. If youre that concerned though, going totally buzzed is the best
“Don’t mess around with second-years. If you want to get laid, and you should”—she lifts her brows—“often, considering you never know what the day brings, then screw around in your own year. Nothing is worse than cadets gossiping that you’ve slept your way to safety.”
Ah the forbidden fruit.....
“This might sound harsh, but don’t seek friendships in there, Violet. Forge alliances.”
“Mom says General Melgren’s dragon did it to all of them when he executed their parents, but she wasn’t exactly open to further discussion on the topic. Nothing like punishing the kids to deter more parents from committing treason.”
“Stay the hell away from Xaden Riorson.”
“He’s a third-year, and he will kill you the second he finds out who you are.” “His father was the Great Betrayer. He led the rebellion,” I say quietly.
EXTRA forbidden fruit!
“Don’t die, Violet. I’d hate to be an only child.”
“I’m Rhiannon Matthias, by the way.” “Dylan,” the blond guy responds with an enthusiastic wave. “Violet.” I give them a tense smile of my own, blatantly ignoring Mira’s earlier suggestion that I avoid friendships and only forge alliances.
Yeah! Best friend trios for the win!
“I mean, who wouldn’t want to ride a dragon?”
Im with ya girl!!!
“Because my mom’s been begging me to change my mind for months.
As a mom...i would too...
“I think it has something to do with wanting to continue bloodlines.” Most successful riders are legacies. “Or because we tend to die sooner than the other quadrants,” Rhiannon muses.
He kisses the ring and tucks the chain back under his collar. “The next three years are going to be long ones, but they’ll be worth it.” I keep my sigh to myself, though that might be the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.
Second read: he's too pure for this world....no reall, *snaps fingers* Yarros, get 'em!
“Your feet. What size are they?” “Eight,” she answers, two lines forming between her brows. “I’m a seven,” I say quickly. “It will hurt like hell, but I want you to take my left boot. Trade with me.”
Ok forget it hurting like hell for her to wear a size too small, have you ever walked in boots size too big?! they make you trip!!!!!
my heart simply…stops. He’s tall, with windblown black hair and dark brows. The line of his jaw is strong and covered by warm tawny skin and dark stubble, and when he folds his arms across his torso, the muscles in his chest and arms ripple, moving in a way that makes me swallow. And his eyes… His eyes are the shade of gold-flecked onyx. The contrast is startling, jaw-dropping even—everything about him is. His features are so harsh that they look carved, and yet they’re astonishingly perfect, like an artist worked a lifetime sculpting him, and at least a year of that was spent on his mouth.
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Gawt dayum! Now THAT'S an MMC description right there!
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“Ready for the next one, Riorson?” the rider with the ripped sleeves says. Xaden Riorson? “You ready for this, Sorrengail?” Rhiannon asks, moving forward. The black-haired rider snaps his gaze to mine, turning fully toward me, and my heart thunders for all the wrong reasons.
Lmao. What are the odds?!
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A rebellion relic, curving in dips and swirls, starts at his bare left wrist, then disappears under his black uniform to appear again at his collar, where it stretches and swirls up his neck, stopping at his jawline.
He steps toward me, and I look up…and up. Good gods, I don’t even reach his collarbone. He’s massive. He has to be more than four inches over six feet tall.
mmmmm just how I like em 😋
“Your mother captured my father and oversaw his execution.” Wait. Like he has the only right to hatred here? Rage races through my veins. “Your father killed my older brother. Seems like we’re even.” “Hardly.”
yeah...hardly😒...HER BROTHER OUT WEIGHS YOUR DAD! I'm sorry but the younger death takes priority. 😅
He looks down, noting our mismatched shoes, and arches a brow. His hands relax. “Interesting.”
noting your humanity, considering you're obviously the one who had the better shoes based on size of feet and the whole sister decking you out in leathers and such
He catches himself, hooking his arms over the stone bridge as his feet kick beneath him, scrambling for a purchase that isn’t there. “Pull yourself up, Dylan!” Rhiannon shouts.
you got this Dilly-boy!!!
he loses his grip on the water-slick stone and falls, disappearing from view. The wind and rain steal any sound his body might make in the valley below. They steal the sound of my muffled cry, too.
oh..🫥....he don't got this....🫣
“Why would I waste my energy killing you when the parapet will do it for me?” A wicked smile curves his lips. “Your turn.”
DAYUM!!!
I will not die today. The words become my mantra,
good mantra. short and to the point. I like it.
“I thought she only had one daughter?” the other rider asks, angling the cloak as another gust of wind blows into us. If it’s this windy here, my bottom half sheltered by the turret, then I’m about to be in for a world of hurt on the parapet. “I get that a lot.”
oof. that's embarrassing
“Navarre, my home, is the larger kingdom, with six unique provinces. Tyrrendor, our southernmost and largest province, shares its border with the province of Krovla within the Poromiel kingdom.”
this sounds like it's gonna be important...
“To our east lie the remaining two Poromiel provinces of Braevick and Cygnisen, with the Esben Mountains providing a natural border.”
“Beyond Krovla, beyond our enemy, lie the distant Barrens, a desert—”
“Within Navarre, Tyrrendor was the last of the bordering provinces to join the alliance and swear fealty to King Reginald,”
“It was also the only province to attempt secession six hundred and twenty-seven years later, which would have eventually left our kingdom defenseless had they been successful.”
“The kingdom of Poromiel mainly consists of arable plains and marshlands and is known for exceptional textiles, endless fields of grain, and unique crystalline gems capable of amplifying minor magics.”
“In contrast, Navarre’s mountainous regions offer an abundance in ore, hardy timber from our eastern provinces, and limitless deer and elk.”
“The Trade Agreement of Resson, signed more than two hundred years ago, ensures the exchange of meat and lumber from Navarre for the cloth and agriculture within Poromiel four times a year at the Athebyne outpost on the border of Krovla and Tyrrendor.”
He’s turned his back on me and is facing the next candidate, who wobbles dangerously as he approaches. Jack grabs the gangly boy by the straps of his overpacked rucksack, and I watch, shock locking my muscles, as Jack throws the scrawny candidate from the parapet like a sack of grain. A scream reaches my ears for an instant before fading as he falls out of sight. Holy shit. “You’re next, Sorrengail!” Jack bellows, and I jerk my gaze from the ravine to see him pointing at me, a sinister smile curving his mouth.
oh shit....
“Tyrrendor encompasses the southwest of the Continent,”
“Made up of hostile, mountainous terrain and bordered by the Emerald Sea to the west and the Arctile Ocean to the south, Tyrrendor is nearly impenetrable. Though separated geographically by the Cliffs of Dralor, a natural protective barrier—”
Spinning, I rip a dagger from its sheath at my ribs just as Jack skids to a halt above me on the parapet, his breath choppy and his face ruddy. Murder is etched in his narrowed, glacial blue eyes as he glares down at me…and where the tip of my dagger now indents the fabric of his breeches—against his balls. “I think. I’ll be safe. For right. Now,” I manage between ragged breaths, my muscles trembling but my hand more than steady.
YAAAAAAAAAAASSSSS QUEEEEEEEEEEN!!!!!!!!
“It is unlawful for a rider to cause another harm. While in a quadrant formation or in the supervisory. Presence of a superior-ranking cadet,” I recite from the Codex, my heartbeat still in my throat. “As it will diminish the efficacy of the wing. And given the crowd behind us, I think it’s clear to argue that it’s a formation. Article Three, Section—” “I don’t give a shit!” He moves, but I hold my ground, and my dagger slices through the first layer of his breeches. “I suggest you reconsider.”
“Cadet Sorrengail has you by the actual balls here, in more ways than one. She’s right. Regs state that there’s nothing but respect among riders at formation. You want to kill her, you’ll have to do it in the sparring ring or on your own time. That is, if she decides to let you off the parapet. Because technically, you’re not on the grounds yet, so you are not a cadet. She is.” “And if I decide to snap her neck the second I step down?” Jack growls, and the look in his eyes says he’ll do it. “Then you get to meet the dragons early,” the redhead answers, her tone bland. “We don’t wait for trials
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HA!!! GOT EEM!!!
“What’s it going to be, Sorrengail?” the male rider asks. “You going to have Jack here start as a eunuch?”
ahahahahahahahaha
“You’re dead, Sorrengail, and I’m going to be the one to kill you.”
Blue dragons descend from the extraordinary Gormfaileas line. Known for their formidable size, they are the most ruthless, especially in the case of the rare Blue Daggertail, whose knifelike spikes at the tip of their tail can disembowel an enemy with one flick. —Colonel Kaori’s Field Guide to Dragonkind
Have you seen the people around here? I swear I just saw a second-year with pink streaks in her hair,
lol Imogen?
He seems taller than he was last summer, the beard that cuts across his jaw is new, and he’s filled out in a way that makes me blink…or maybe that’s just my vision going hazy at the edges. The beautiful, easygoing smile that’s starred in way too many of my fantasies is far from the scowl that purses his mouth, and everything about him seems a little…harder, but it works for him. The line of his chin, the set of his brow, even the muscles of his biceps are rigid under my fingers as I try to find my balance. Sometime in the last year, Dain Aetos went from attractive and cute to gorgeous.
first read: Daaaaaaaamn...why does everyone on instagram hate this guy?
🥴 cause I think I'm might forgive him.
second read: nope...definitely not.
“Head between your knees,” Dain orders in a harsh tone I’m not used to from him, but I do it.
mmmm why don't you put yours there instead?
Go find the redhead with the roll—she’s usually carrying a crossbow—and tell her that Dain Aetos put both you and Violet Sorrengail into his squad. If she questions you, tell her she owes me from saving her ass at Threshing last year.
I wanna know more about that story...
“This is the second-year floor,” he explains quietly. “Which means—” “I’m not supposed to be up here, obviously.”
second read: hmmmm...that's a rule he's breaking... he actually DID break a rule for her....
“Don’t worry—if someone sees us, I’ll just say that I was overcome with lust at first sight and couldn’t wait another second to get you out of your pants.” “Ever the smart-ass.” A wry smile tugs at his lips as we start down the hall. “I can throw in a few oh, Dain cries once we’re in your room just for believability,” I offer, and actually mean it. He snorts
oo lala
If anyone else had taken that stumble, they would have ended up with a bruise, maybe even a scrape. But me? I have to fix it so my kneecap stays where it’s supposed to. It’s not just my muscles that are weak. My ligaments that hold my joints together don’t work for shit, either.
what and unfortunate condition to have when. You're going to be entering SPARRING RINGS!!!!
“You look…different.” “It’s the leathers.” I shrug. “Why? Is different bad?” It takes a second to close my rucksack and haul it up and over my shoulders. Thank you, gods, the ache in my knee is manageable with it bound like this. “It’s just…” He shakes his head slowly, teasing his lower lip with his teeth. “Different.” “Why, Dain Aetos.” I grin and walk toward him, then grasp the door handle at his side. “You’ve seen me in swimwear, tunics, and even ballgowns. Are you telling me it’s the leather that does it for you?” He scoffs, but there’s a slight flush to his cheeks
hehehehehehehe
