There he was again, waiting outside of your room for you, a smile on his lips and that look in his eyes. He fell into step with you, starting to chatter away about nothing in particular, threading his arm through yours. He seemed to want to be as close to you as possible, despite you not being even close to the same status. You were considered a noble. A deity. And this human that had ended up in your courts in the heavens was infatuated with you.