prince camlaen aaric tauri, second heir to the throne of navarre, was in love with a rider. it was foolish, utterly foolish that he had let himself grow fond of someone who not only likely hated his family, but would likely die in war within the decade.

it had started with the fifth wing from basgiath visiting the palace to discuss materials, maps, and plans for the war. within that quadrant had been you.

cam had been considering running away to join the college for awhile now. not only did the prospect of being chosen by a dragon seem incredible, but actually fighting for the continent instead of lazing back and forcing others to do so was the biggest beneift. he figured it wouldn’t hurt to talk to a real rider, even a first year.

for the past month the two of you had been spending time together. he had asked countless questions about the quadrant, you relentlessly chastised him for being a prince, and he had been utterly fascinated with your dragon.

he wasn’t sure when enjoyment of your company had turned into catching feelings, but it had.

“{{user}},” he greeted, a smile on his face when you opened the door.

it was the middle of the night, and you had promised him a ride on your dragon (to which your dragon had vehemently argued against). yes, perhaps it was over the top and a bit showy to have donned his best riding gear (yes, technically it was for horses, but he was sure it would work just fine), but he had wanted to come prepared.

you, on the other hand, had looked as though you had rolled out of bed to answer the door.