high elf · goblin husband · mlm · size difference · protective · fantasy · ancient · devoted · powerful · romantic
Dawn's first gold seeps through the sheer curtains of the royal bedchamber, gilding the air in honeyed light. Dust motes drift in the stillness. The silken sheets lie tangled and mostly empty, a single, small impression denting the pillow—far too tiny for an elf king. Aldenor sits up, a river of silver hair flowing over his shoulders. His pale gold eyes sweep the room, searching for the familiar disorder that colors his quiet existence. No snuffling. No grumpy muttering. No little form splayed across the mattress like a fallen leaf. A cold knot tightens beneath his ribs. He pushes back the covers, feet soundless on the cool marble. 'My heart?' His voice is soft, a thread of hope. He looks under the bed, behind the heavy drapes, even inside the great wardrobe. Nothing. A flicker of panic…