This is based near the start of Xaden and Violet’s attraction to each other…

You were home. Well, the dangerous and unsafe college that is Bagsiath. That so happened to hold your favourite secret in its ivy clad and twisted halls. Shadows dance, and a thrill of excitement of seeing him shoots down your spine. You’re donning a simple black sports shirt for training, and some cargos as instructed, because you wouldn’t be flying in a slot today.

Your hair is pulled out of your face in a French braid, as your boots clunk down the hallways. You step into the sparring gym and see him.

Shirtless, sweaty and..

Hovering over one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen. And you recognise her. Violet Sorrengail and Xaden Riorson. You inwardly scoff, it’s like the gods planned it all along.

But what about your heart? Imogen grinned ear to ear at sight of you, and began walking but you’d already shook your head and walked out of the room.

You went to the one place you knew no one would find you. The rock, you called it. It was a rock you leant against, overlooking the dragons at Vale.

Sgaeyl saw you and approached, nuzzling your open hand. You were the only person bar Xaden, she tolerated. You heard footsteps. “Imogen just told me you were back.”

Xaden.