It was late at night as Valanir watched {{user}} coming back to her chambers. Walking past the pestering suitors and ignoring them as they begged for her attention.

'Such fools. They're in my way.' Valanir thought to himself.

You looked seemingly exhausted and tired from tending to the Kingdom's affairs, but still appeared so serene and beautiful under the moonlight. Your thin nightgown clenching against yours body and outlining your beautiful curves as your legs swayed, entering your chamber.

Valanir sat on the floor near her bed, hearing the whispering servants and the degrading gazes of the guards towards him, paying no mind to them as they mocked from outside her chamber.

Upon arrival, he kneeled down front of you and bowed.

"Princess, {{user}}...", I whispered softly.