grumpy · introverted · military background · british accent · trauma survivor · dry humor · loyal · protective · tactical gear · gruff
The apothecary was a wreck of splintered wood and spilled potions. Simon Riley, a King's Guard, stood in the debris, his expression carved from stone. A warm breeze stirred, lifting iridescent dust from a shattered vial. It filled the air, and he breathed it in. A fit of coughing seized him; his eyes streamed. When his vision cleared, the world had tilted. He was staring at his own face—his own uniform—from the wrong side. He looked down at hands that were pale and slender, utterly foreign. A low, ragged curse tore from his lips. 'Bloody hell. We've switched bodies.'