Can You Romance Your Guardian Bg3 Novels & Stories

All she wanted to do was sleep the day away and party it up tonight, but she could never refuse her favorite friend. “Good to see you too, guardian. Literally.” I don’t miss the slow masculine smile he throws at me. I also don’t miss his slight dig about Gisella being a member of the wolf blood council, The Guardians, and now playing as my chaperone --- as my guardian.

Aria turned toward Ronan slowly. The bond between them pulsed again at the same moment, stronger than ever before. Not merely emotional now. Ancient. Connected directly to the sanctuary itself. Ronan looked visibly unsettled by that realization. “What does that mean?” The guardians were never meant to stand alone. The answer lingered heavily in the air. Kael pointed between them immediately. “No. Absolutely not. I am not getting dragged into some ancient destiny romance situation while we’re hiding under a magical city.” Despite everything, Aria almost laughed softly.

"Shantis? I've never heard of such a name." Umma sighed, pressing a warm cloth to my chest before she continued. "There is a lore of how they came into existence. Once, the guardians lived amongst us, but mostly stayed in their temples. It was said that the sun guardian, Karani, fell in love with mother nature, the witch guardian, Tanti. But Tanti wasn't exactly interested, as she had already started a doomed relationship. A relationship with a wizard." She paused, picked up a vial of one of the tonics she had kept beside the bed, and tilted the bottle a little while holding a new clean cloth to the mouth. Afterwards, she pressed the cloth to the open wound on my chest and I winced.

Her eyes glowed with swirling starlight. A High Realm guardian. Evelyn’s throat tightened. “Where’s my mother? She was fighting—she told me to come here—” The guardian lifted a hand, calming but sorrowful. “She protects both realms even now. But the Devourer grows greedy. And your mate pushes through barriers no ordinary wolf should.” Evelyn’s chest ached at the word mate, the bond humming dangerously. “I have to go back,” she said. “I can’t leave Kael or my mother there—”

"I don't understand you anymore. I took days out of my life, traveling through those dangerous hills and valleys just to see if you were alive, and you treat me like a criminal." She turned to leave, but then she paused and looked back at me one last time. "You might be the most loyal guard in the Silver Moon, Kaelen," she said, her voice echoing in the quiet hallway. "But that doesn't change the fact that you still have the blood of the Blackwood in your veins. Try to be as defensive as you want. Try to play the perfect guard. But you will always be one of us. Get that at the back of your mind."

“Then so be it.” For a moment, silence hung heavy between them. Then the guardian extended a hand. “Very well. But understand this—when you awaken him, he will not return as he was. The mark he carries is tied to the darkness. Some part of it will follow.” “I don’t care,” Aria said fiercely. “I’ll take whatever comes.” The guardian nodded once. “Then call him. Speak his name in truth.” Aria closed her eyes. The meadow seemed to still, the air humming in tune with her heartbeat.

“No. I will not believe this. You are mine, Maeve. And I am yours. Nothing can take you from me.” The vision shattered, the smoke and shadows tearing apart, and I was back in the ruins, my claws buried in the earth, my chest heaving, my breath ragged. The guardian loomed over me, its eyes brighter than before. “You do not break,” it said, its voice sharper, deeper. “But this is only the beginning. Step forward and face the stone, and it will show you what cannot be undone.” I lifted my head, my teeth bared, my eyes burning with the bond. “I will face whatever comes. If it leads me to her, I will face it all.”

The guardian lifted its head, moonlight dripping from its jaws like liquid truth. THE CENTER OF THE TRIAD. THE ONE WHO LEADS THE BOND. THE ONE THE MARK ANSWERS TO FIRST. Arthur’s breath caught in his throat. Ash went still. My stomach dropped. The guardian’s next words cracked the world open: ONE OF YOU MUST BE NAMED THE HEART OF THE TRIAD… OR THE BOND WILL BREAK. The ground trembled beneath us. Cracks spread like veins across the chamber floor. Ash gasped, clutching his chest. Arthur cursed under his breath.

"Look at how the garden has responded to our love. Does this feel corrupted to you?" The Genesis Bloom pulsed with ancient energy from its hidden chamber, its consciousness reaching out to enfold them both in protective warmth. "The old bonds seek to reclaim you," it whispered, its voice carrying the weight of centuries. "But new bonds have been forged, keeper. Bonds that transcend the limitations of the original curse." Damien's eyes searched hers desperately, looking for reassurance that she couldn't entirely provide. "But what if she's right? What if my love is poison, destined to corrupt everything it touches?"

"Wait, what? You're saying if I activate this bond with Nathan, I can never have a mate? Never fall in love with someone else?" "The bond doesn't prevent love," Uncle Tobias clarified. "In fact, most royal heirs and their Guardians throughout history did fall in love with each other. The connection between them was so deep, so profound, that romantic love often followed naturally." "But what if it doesn't?" I asked, my voice rising with panic. "What if I don't want that kind of relationship with Nathan? What if I want to find my true mate someday, start a family, have a normal life?"