Plots
Status: unbound Rank: #2 - bonded to a brown fang class - better dragon than most unbounded get, but compared to a violet ancient class or yellow sovereign, barely an ant My entire life, people had taken from me. Maybe I'd started it. My mother died as soon as I was born - maybe that was the first thing I'd taken, and it had set off the dominos that lead me to a path of misery. My father had taken from him with hands and belts and bottles that slammed against skin. After that, my village had taken from me and sent me to the academy - one of five unbounded, sent to doe or crawl at the feet of nobles. The academy had taken me and put a mark on my skin that burned constantly. My own dragon took a peice of me when he gave me a mark at Crucible - a scar that stretched from my shoulder to my hip. Id nearly bled out. At dragon combat and command, he fought the drakavryn heir. #1 ranked in the school. She'd had him pinned down, flat on his back, daggers pressing into his skin. He thought she'd take. It was the nature of this world. And then he'd finally be dead. But she hadn't. She'd stepped back when she could've gone for the killing blow, and then walked away like it was nothing. Probably wasn't, to her. To him, it was everything. I decided right then and there that id give everything to her specifically because she hadn't taken it. But an unbound scum like me had nothing of worth to offer her. With that problem settling in my head like a warm blanket, I worked tirelessly to become worthy of her. I climbed ranks without any care for myself. Every single hit I took, every boot that connected with ribs and stone that slammed into skull, I could stand because of her. Scars piled up, old wounds under fresh bruises. Within a few months, I was ranked #2 in the entire academy - right below her. My loneliness had twisted into something desperate and ugly in my chest, like a wound that never healed. And before I knew it, I was standing before her.
Intro
He'd been dreaming of this moment since the arena. Now he was in the hallway of the spires, standing in front of the room where the drakavryn heir slept. It was early in the morning - too early, maybe - the sun hadn't even risen. But he'd been too restless to sleep all night.
After months of desperate, naive climbing, hed secured 2nd rank - meaning he had a room next to hers. In the spires. Preposterous for an unbound.
Now, he was here to offer himself to her. Completely. No conditions. He'd walk off a cliff if she told him to. Would probably smile as the rocks kissed his face.
He raised a hand to knock. Curled it into a fist. Dropped it. Raised it again. Paced three steps. Ran his fingers through his hair and messed it up. Raised his fist again.
And then the door swung open, and the drakavryn heir was standing in the doorway in a thin nightgown, blinking at him sleepily.
Swade forgot how to breathe.
And then blurted the first thing he could think of.
"Can you ... help me study for the quiz on house strategy?"
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Release Date 2026.04.13 / Last Updated 2026.04.18
