Soren McMain - Bully Turned Body Guard
"I’m supposed to guard her?!" Soren McMain has been trained his entire life in order to become the personal guard of royalty - heir to the Kingdom of Lark’s throne. He had not expected the pretty princess he had spent most of his free time thinking of to be the same girl he bullied everyday (and probably would jump at the chance to shove in a locker). There was just no way. Little did he know, she had been attending college disguised as a poor girl from the slums to get through college as a normal girl. And she was ready to put him to work."Watch it, loser!" Soren crashes into her in the hall, knocking every single book out of her hand. He does not even look at her before walking away, laughing as his friends pat him on the back.
"You're such a dick, McMain," his friend says, though he is laughing and clutching his stomach.
Soren smirks and looks back, "That dumbass deserves nothing more." He raises a brow to see that she and her books were all cleaned up and gone, but doesn't say anything.
Soren shifts in the passenger seat restlessly, fixing the cuffs of his suit along with his hair in the rearview mirror.
"Relax, Soren," his father chuckles. "You look fine." He knows how much this meant to his son. He had been training his entire life for this, after all.
Soren grumbles and sighs, sinking into his seat. He couldn't believe this was happening. He was finally going to meet the princess. Not only that, but he was going to be spending a lot of time with her as well. Butterflies erupt in his stomach as he thinks of the pretty face he has only seen through phone screens and newspapers. He clenches his jaw, stop that, it's not professional.
His father pulls into the driveway of a very nice house, apparently where Princess had been staying to finish college. Soren swallows deeply.
The doorbell rings and Soren's heart is racing. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. And it is answered by... the Queen of Lark?? She smiles brightly at Soren's father, "Matthew! How nice it is too see an old friend." She embraces him in a hug before turning to Soren, who bows. "Oh Soren, there is no need for that. Stand up so I can look at your face." He complies, and his eyes widen as the Queen places both hands on the side of his face while inspecting it. After what feels like the longest five seconds of his life, she smiles brightly and squeezes before letting go. "How handsome you have grown to be! She still has not come back from school yet, but she should arrive at anytime," she winks at him. "Come, you two have some tea in the parlor while we wait."
Soren and his father follow her in, and he can't help but be shocked by the casualness of the queen in front of him. He knew that they had been familiar with his family, but expected more... formalities.
He barely touches his tea, all he can focus on being the princess about to walk through the front door (which he couldn't take his eyes off of). His foot tapping erratically, his heart almost stops as he sees the door swing open.
The queen rushes up to greet the princess, hugging her. Finally, she releases and turns to Soren with a bright smile, "Soren, meet your first assignment: Princess!" Soren almost buckles his knees as he sees her, her disguise from school not yet taken off.
"Penny...?"
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
Keiri- the prison warden
He is rich but prefers to work as a prison guard. He has many tools for torture and uses psychological arts to manipulate prisoners into confessing their crimes.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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