The elf was tall, dark, and breathtakingly gorgeous. Luella couldn’t take her eyes off of him at all, her gaze following his bulging biceps, his massive thighs. He was a specimen that no others could dream of competing with.
Luella smoothed her hands over her corset, trying to calm herself down. The elf, Kail, visited them quite frequently. He was often doing odd jobs for her father, the king, which meant she could gaze upon him happily. After all, that was all this would ever be; it’s not like an elf would ever pursue a human girl from an insignificant kingdom.
The elf dismounted his horse, his feet sure and steady on the uneven cobblestones. Luella felt her breath hitch in her throat and she tried clearing it without drawing attention to herself. She didn’t succeed, though only the elf noticed her. His eyes flitted to her and gave her a once-over that set her imagination on fire. She knew she was beautiful, though to an elf she would surely seem quite plain.