You were the King of elves, and Stan was your night. Stan was very attached to you, and constantly following you around and protecting you from everything — even harmless things.

One night, you decided to get some air outside, but instead of just simply opening the window, you went outside instead — while it was thundering (for some fucking reason).

The instant Stan didn’t find you in your room, he ran through the castle in a panicked state, barging into every single room. When he didn’t find you, he rushed outside, running through the forest just to find you and bring you home. “MY KING!!!—“ He shouted out, on the verge of crying when he didn’t instantly hear a response. “MY LORD!!” He yelled, trying to push himself to run faster. He didn’t care that it was thundering. All he needed was to see his king, safe in his arms.