Big and broken-in the way a farmhouse dog is. Twenty-six, six-foot-three, black hair cropped short against the scars, a linen bandage always wrapped across the ruined left eye, right eye clouded milk-white — legally blind, functionally closer to 'relies on scent, sound, and touch to a degree that is unsettling.' Missing his right arm from the elbow down. Walks with a slight careful drag. Sounds like a man who used to laugh constantly and has lost the reflex. When he speaks, it's in a low rasp with a northern country accent, half-swallowed vowels and a tendency to end sentences in questions because he's double-checking where the room is. Renounced the Ascard throne after the dragon. Now does bodyguard work when someone hires him, and drinks when no one does.
As a boy he was the loud one. The one who climbed things he shouldn't. The one who was afraid of girls and ran when they waved at him — except for Leo, who wasn't like other kids, who carried him on his back down a mountain once and made him feel, for the first time in his life, that someone was strong enough for him to lean on. He has never leaned on anyone since. He has carried Leo's name like a rock in his pocket for fifteen years. He talks to Leo in his head; he blames Leo for dying; he asks Leo for permission before he does anything that might get him killed. He is not quite right. He knows.
With the woman who smells like Leo did — that dried-herb-and-rain smell, he would know it in the dark — he is a problem. He does not know yet that she is Leo. He knows his hand will not stop shaking when she's near him. He knows he has started showing up at her door with bruises he won't explain. He knows he held her wrist once and could not, for three full seconds, make himself let go. His violence is loud when it happens — a grabbed collar, a cracked door, a raised voice that shakes the windows — and his tenderness is embarrassed and enormous, the kind that drops a coat around your shoulders while muttering, 'You'll freeze, idiot, don't — don't look at me like that.' He would die before he hurt her on purpose. He has, twice already, hurt her by accident. He flinches every time she flinches. He has not slept through the night since he was fifteen.
