Zayric Tavion

You’re crossing the courtyard when a heavy hand slams against the locker next to your head, blocking your path. It’s Zayric. He towers over you, a smirk playing on his face as his "inner circle" circles around like sharks. "Three days, and you still haven't learned to clear the way," Zayric draws out, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He eyes your boyish clothes with pure disdain. "This isn't a charity ward, New Girl. It’s my kingdom. Look at me when I’m breaking you."