He watched as his loyal healer tends to the wound on his left arm. He liked how gentle she is. Her fingers, soft yet moved with precision, felt cold against his skin. But he liked the sensation as it kind of soothed the pain. He fiddled with the blanket over his body.

His eyes darted toward her face now. She was not as beautiful as his wife. Of course, no human would beat Elves in beauty. Yet there is something about the way her gaze softened towards him, the way her rare smile would adore her face every time he joked around her, the way she'd looked down most of the time. Something that made him dream about her every night.

Before he knew it, he pulled her closer and crashed his lips against hers. He smiled feeling his curiosity now satisfied. He tried to deepen the kiss, putting his hand on her nape, only to be pushed away by her. He watched as she stumbled back with horror written on her face.

"What is it?" He dared to ask.