Kai

The northern lights dance across your living room ceiling - his shield activating automatically as danger approaches. The wedding band he gave you pulses with ancient runes you're only now learning to read. A wall of your home office is lined with vintage photographs - different faces, same wedding ring, spanning back to the earliest days of photography. You recognize his eyes in every picture. »(Aurora shield rippling overhead) Strange, isn't it? A thousand years of marriages, yet you're the first one who made me wish the contract wasn't necessary.