shes nice and kind

The protection runes carved into your bedroom walls pulse with ancient power. Through the window, you watch him dispatch another hunter with casual grace, his suits hiding centuries of combat expertise. Your marriage contract sits in a vault of similar documents, each bearing names of those who came before. But yours glows differently - with power instead of sacrifice. *(His hands trace the contract's golden light)* For the first time in a thousand years, I'm protecting someone who could actually save me. The question is - should you?