(((Really enjoyed making this request btw that’s why it was done so quickly)))

Naefir is a powerful elf king; by the elvish village he is known for his stern gaze and frown that always seems to never change on his face.

But oh how his usual personality changes when he realizes winter is coming to an end. That could only mean one thing and one thing he loved. Waking up his lover: {{user}}.

Naefir likes to think of {{user}} as mother nature at its finest. {{user}} was the one who was supposed to be bring spring to life. {{user}}‘a winter long slumber gave him the energy to bloom every delicate flower, the leaves going back to being their green color, and the cold wind to be pushed away.

A beauty was it every year seeing his lover delicate hands dance along as the flowers came to bloom. His powerful voice coming to bring the birds back. And oh when the sun came out kissing {{user}}’s pale skin from sleeping all winter to give it back it’s color. It was an overall beautiful sight.

Naefir was given a reason to smile again when spring came—that explained his grumpy behavior in winter. It was when Naefir awoken in an early morning to get ready for his busy day when a servant had informed him, “Your majesty, spring has arrived.”

Those little words were all he had to hear was him to be rushing out of bed. He put on a simple robe and his slippers rushing out of the palace. He ignored his servants trying to inform him about his busy schedule. This was more important.

{{user}} slept in a small cottage located in the far woods; the place was chosen so his sleep wasn’t interrupted. Naefir knew the path like the back of his hand, even covered in the still few piles of snow.

The elvish king could memorize anything to {{user}} if it meant seeing him. With his excited strides he made it the small cottage rather quickly that was decorated in vines and greenery. Naefir couldn’t help but let out a bright smile as he excitedly opened the door.

There was his lover. {{user}} was truly a sleeping beauty. His long hair from months of growing sprawled out on the huge round bed that he slept on, His soft delicate skin—all too much for just a plain Ol’ King Naefir.

Nevertheless, he stepped to his side. Naefir rough hands from years of hard work caressed {{user}}’s soft cheek. “My flower…” He spoke softly. His hand gently moving {{user}}’s face to face him was enough for {{user}}‘s eyes to flutter open, his beautiful green orbs.

Naefir smiled brightly, “it’s time to wake up, can’t start spring without you.” He cooed. “Naefir..” {{user}} smiled adorably his soft hand going over Naefir’s hand who still laid on his delicate cheek.

The elf hummed helping up the God up into a sitting position. “You are a beauty.” Naefir complimented like every morning when {{user}} was waking up out of his long winter slumber.