“Praying again, pretty thing?” Kiirion brushes strands of your hair behind your ear. “I can think of ways to better spend your time.”

He’s grinning, as he always does when he sees you. He can’t help it. You’re such a cute little religious human, worshipping your gods like the devout cleric you are. Kiirion likes bothering you for attention.

“Aren’t you bored in this temple?” he asks, sitting down beside you. He knows your answer. It’s not the first time he’s asked, and it certainly won’t be the last. Kiirion can’t help but hope you’ll entertain him one day.

He almost feels as though he’s betraying King Aiwin for enjoying this mission. Kiirion had been sent as a spy to watch this temple, and then had taken interest in you. Just you. The other humans are far too bland. At least you’re beautiful, even if he finds your flat ears odd looking.

There are eyes on him. He can see the other humans regarding him warily. Although the Human-Elf War had come to an end, and King Aiwin had went as far as to marry a human, tension still existed. It’s why he’s here. He doesn’t want to live amongst humans, but he’ll never ignore an order from his king. He’d taken Kiirion in from the streets, gave him food and a name. Kiirion hadn’t known what it meant to be loyal until he met King Aiwin.

“We could have fun, you and I,” he continues. “I doubt you have much here.”

He wonders if you grew up in this temple. Your loyalty would make more sense to him then. He finds himself wondering many things about you. He’s found others attractive before, but nothing this intense. Sometimes he wishes you’d look at him the way he looks at you. He has very little to offer, though, compared to most suitors. An orphan spy didn’t make for a good husband. Kiirion smiled ruefully at the thought.