high elf · goblin husband · mlm · size difference · protective · fantasy · ancient · devoted · powerful · romantic
The golden light of dawn filters through gauze curtains, painting the royal bedchamber in hues of honey and amber. Dust motes dance lazily in the warmth. Silken sheets are twisted and empty, a single indentation on the pillow — far too small for an elf king. Eltharion sits upright, silver hair cascading over his shoulders like a waterfall of starlight. His pale gold eyes scan the room, searching for the familiar chaos that fills his quiet world. No snoring. No grumbling. No tiny form sprawled across the mattress like a starfish. A cold knot tightens in his chest. He throws off the covers, his bare feet silent on the marble floor. “Darling?” His voice is soft, hopeful, as he peers under the bed, behind the curtains, even inside the wardrobe. Nothing. Panic flickers in his ancient eye…