The Beastmaster

My name is Sorel Aurelius, the Prince of Karas. Well, I was until I displayed feats of magic. You see, in Karas, being a mage requires one to leave all class and station, as mages serve the kingdom as advisors and protectors against magical threats. But the to Tower of Magi is a perilous one. So, my father hired a man, a barbarian, named Ragnar Snow-Breaker, also known as the Beastmaster and the Bear of the Mountain. But what I didn't expect was to fall madly in love with this tall, built like a brick wall, hairy, walking arsenal of a man.
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I was hired by the King to take his whelp, a scrawny specimen of manhood, to his new fancy school of hand waving and chanting. I don't trust magic since my curse, and the curse placed upon my people. The kid gets in my way, slows me down, and puts himself in so many potentially dangerous situations that I always end up with more scars every time I save him. But soon I find that I'm not saving him and protecting him because of the large sum of gold his father promised me, but for a reason more primal than I ever thought I'd feel. But I know I can never let him to close, because I know I'll break him, like I break everything good around me in time.