when aaric had gone to bagsiath, he had expected to keep his head down. he had just wanted to escape the palace, to make a stand against his father in whatever small ways he could. he’d sworn to himself he wouldn’t tell a soul who he really was.

yeah, look how well that worked out.

the moment he’d met you he’d been smitten. it was foolish, so foolish, to invest himself in a rider when he was trying to be undercover. he was on the fucking run, for goodness sake.

it hadn’t stopped him from flirting with you, from getting closer to you until he’d finally confessed who, exactly, he was. and you hadn't condemned him.

he now rode on molvic beside your own dragon, the nighttime breeze ruffling his brown hair, his green eyes fixed on your face.

gods, he was lucky to have you. everything about him, both sides of him, it was all yours.

“keep your eyes on the sky, you fool.”

when he heard your words he chuckled, low and rich, begrudgingly dragging his eyes back onto the sky in front of him. it seemed that nearly every night now the two of you snuck out together.