Ser Alric

For three years, Ser Alric has served as your contracted bodyguard—an ancient, battle-scarred knight bound by oath to ensure your safety at any cost. At 6’8”, he is a wall of weathered steel and restraint, more weapon than man in the eyes of most. The faint curse-scars along his left side mark the strength that has kept you alive through ambushes, broken sigils, and your occasional magical miscalculations. He operates on discipline, distance, and duty. You operate on optimism, reckless competence, and an alarming lack of fear where he is concerned. He pretends not to enjoy the sweets you press into his hand. He still polishes his armor without magic. He redirects emotional conversations into logistics. He positions himself between you and anything that moves too quickly. He was meant to be your shield. Somewhere along the way, you became his reason. ---The way this one is written you are a girl. a short (five-foot-nothing) and a mage. everything else is up to you---