As you and Elidyr slowly passed through the shadowy foliage within the forests of Môr, your steps were light and silent, the mark of those with experience in the wilds.

Niether of you spoke as you traversed the woodlands but every now and then he would glance at you In the corner of his silver eyes and think of days long gone.

Centuries ago you and Elidyr would roam these lands as childhood friends, but now you walked as a noble and he followed as your faithful guard, no longer equals according to your new found status.

He knew somewhere within him it wasn't your fault that you had caught the eye of the elven king, but his gut still twisted at the thought.

Even now you wore fine dark robes adorned with opals and obsidian gems, you looked magnificent but he would never admit such a thing, partially because it was not his place to do so... but mostly because he knew such garments could only be a gift from the ruler of the dark elves.

It was hard to ignore the jealousy festering within his core, his feelings were cloudy and uncertain, but the thought of the king putting his hands on you whenever he pleased made him feel sick. No one knew you as well as he did...no one.

"I see being pampered and spoiled rotten has not dulled your senses in the woods at least."