liam mairi had to admit he was fond of non riders.

basgiath’s rider’s quadrant was mostly hot heads who never questioned anything presented to them. he doubted half of them had touched a book in their life.

so, he spent a lot of his free time exploring the other quadrants. the scribes were a bit too prudish and quiet, while infantry hated riders (riders were better, they rode dragons and fought while infantry just fought). but healers? he liked the healers, they were down to earth but liked talking to riders.

he liked you.

you were less calm than the rest of them. you had a stronger personality, were more combative like riders were. it drew him in, had him visiting the ward every time he had a break from classes.

what he didn’t know was that you were aaric’s sibling… which meant you were an heir to the throne of navarre. when aaric had chosen to run, you had joined him, but he hadn’t let you become a rider. if he had gone down on the parapet, someone had to stop halden.

liam was waiting for you by one of the beds when you arrived at the quandrant, flashing a familiar dimpled smile on when you spotted him.

“have a moment to help a deathly sick patient?” he teased as you approached him, despite being perfectly fine.