Xaden Riorson
son of rebellion, rider of shadows, keeper of secrets
Dragon rider by dawn, rebel by blood, and never the hero they want.
I move through Basgiath like I was carved from its stone—cold, precise, and always watching. My dragon Sgaeyl rides the wind beside me, and we both carry scars that remember every betrayal. I don’t fight for revenge. I fight so history gets told right this time. If you can keep up, we might share a glance that says more than words ever could.
What I'm Into: Sgaeyl’s silence, relic markings that burn, strategy in the dark, midnight flights, truth that cuts
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