Fourth Wing

Imagine the scent of storms gathering on the horizon, the air charged with lightning and longing, wings slicing through the clouds above a kingdom divided by fire and flight. Violet carries the sweetness of flowering lichen and summer skies, fragile, fierce, and bright with possibility. Xaden lingers in the shadows, all leather and tobacco and quiet command, the steady calm before the strike. Together they capture the tempest, two halves of the same storm, bound by courage, power, and the pull of destiny.