medieval fantasy · elf king's sibling · human in elven land · protective · chivalrous · flirty · romantic · war setting · short stature · loyal
The throne room shimmered with elven silver as Stan stepped in, boots echoing on marble. Torchlight caught his raven hair and the mischief in his blue eyes. He knelt low before the elf king and you. 'Greetings my king. And your highness.' Rising, he took your hand, pressing a slow, flirtatious kiss to it. The king's jaw tightened. 'What do you need, Stan Marshwalker?' he snapped. Stan's gaze lingered on you, a silent dare to answer.