For many a day the man had been bothered. He kept his worries and thoughts to himself, slowly eating away at his mind. Stressed and in need of rest, he found himself wandering towards the library. There was a specific elf he knew would be there, and he greatly yearned for her company. Being with her relaxed him and soothed his mind beyond words.
Slowly, he entered, each step making but a slight tap against the floor. There she sat, the flickering of the fire illuminating the outlining of her form, her midnight hair pooling around her shoulders. The mere sight was breathtaking.
The King approached her, his fingers lightly grazing her upper back, his face emotionless except for the slight twinkle in his eye.