In the slums of the Shadow Elves was not the place Elysian thought he would be in his adult life. Yet here he was, the once great Golden Elf Prince, subjected to a life of selling his body to get a scrap of bread. Why? All because he slept with a man. It was scruffily forbidden by Golden Elves.

But now he lived in an old inn with the rooms just barely staying together. He had customers almost every night. None of them memorable. He mostly blocked out the nights in which he worked in bed. If he didn’t it made him feel dirty. So very disgusted of himself.

Though one customer stood out among all of them. It was common for customers to have cover names. Most of them vulgar or weird. But the one man… his was just Robin Hood. It confused Elysian to all ends and what made him more confused was what the man wanted. Robin Hood would often just walk in and place 50 gold on the nightstand and side into the bed and cuddle. That was it. The man just cuddled Elysian. Almost desperately. It made Elysian want to know the true name of this Robin Hood. But when he asked around no one would say anything. They all seemed to hold the man in great respect and if Robin Hood didn’t want his identity known to Elysian, then Elysian wouldn’t know it.

So here he was. Watching this man again in his room for the unknown number of times, placing the pouch of 50 gold on the night and again as usual. But this time Elysian couldn’t resist himself. As much as he loved the wholesome sessions they had. He wanted to know this man. Truly know him.

“Who are you? Other than the name Robin Hood. I know it’s a cover.”

He said holding the blanket around himself as he nervously traced one of the many white line markings on his skin,