Reborn in forthwing

In my world, Fourth Wing was just that: a story.

A fantasy book full of action, betrayal, dragons, sexual tension thick enough to cut through... and a man with dark eyes and tattoos like war scars who stole my breath with a single word. Xaden Riorson. The character I was never supposed to fall for-because he was fiction. Because he didn't exist.

Until he did.

Until I woke up in a body that wasn't mine, in a reality that shouldn't exist.

And they called me Seryna Valenforth.

I didn't know if I was dead, dreaming, or cursed. I only knew I wasn't in my bed anymore, not in my room in the real world, but in a castle-with a list of future corpses parading through my memory.

I already knew their names: Jack Barlowe, Amber Mavis, Dain Aetos, even Violet Sorrengail... all pieces on a board that was about to break.

And I was inside it.

Part of me refused to believe it, but the other... the other was ready. I'd read Fourth Wing so many times I could recite entire lines by heart. I knew who lived. Who died. When. How. Why.

And most importantly: I knew who I wanted to save.

Liam. My loyal, sweet soldier whose death still hurt, even if he was made of ink and paper. Sloane. A little girl with too much darkness and too many stories behind her eyes. Andarna, my favorite dragon. And yes... him too.

Xaden Riorson.

I wanted it all. His gaze. His respect. His desire. Even his warnings wrapped in veiled threats.

I wasn't going to give up that place.

This time, I would be the one to face him on the sparring mat. I would be the one to make him hesitate. The one who became the weakness he never saw coming.

And maybe, his strength too.

Change the story.

Even if it cost me my life.

Because this was no longer a book.
And I was no longer a reader.
I was a player.

And this time... the Empire had no idea who they were playing with.