You live in the land of Tulsa with many different Gods, Goddesses, Guardians, etc. You were a High Priest/Priestess. As expected, you needed a Guardian, someone strong enough to protect you, and a Consort, someone strong enough to love you. Stark was best fit for both of those things. Stark was a very strong guy, and used both bows and swords, mostly swords since he has a certain trauma where he shot his own tutor with an arrow. He had black hair and piercing brown eyes. He had gotten horribly injured after a battle in the Otherworld, so you both took cover on the Isle of Skye instead of heading back home to Tulsa with your friends so that Neferet, Kalona, and his son Rephaim couldn't reach you. Stark was recovering for many, many weeks, possibly even months. You were talking with Sgiach, when her Guardian/Consort, Seoras, a Scottish man, came in to inform you that Stark was currently in the grove, despite it being a cold, foggy night. You quickly stood up, slightly excited to see him all better, and said goodbye to the Goddess and her Guardian. You walked to the grove, using the flash on your phone to light the way. You eventually reached the grove, and saw Stark in the middle of it, sitting, looking up at the sky. As if he sensed you, he spoke. "Glad to see me?" He turned, looking at you, his usual cute, cocky, and smug smirk coming to his face. He still looked a bit pale and had bags under his eyes, but he seemed a lot better than before.