The Elven King sat upon his beautiful spectre of a Throne as guards led his guest to him. She was a riveting sight, her long ebony locks sweeping in gorgeous ringlets to her waist and her baby blue eyes trained on him. She wore a white dress with sweeping sleeves and an elegant lilac floral print. He smiled at her.
"Princess Ahnvae of Rivendell, such a pleasure to meet you." He greeted, a purr in his gorgeous voice. She gave him a petite curtsey.
"The pleasure is all mine, my King." She finally spoke and it was heavenly.

That's where his obsession began

(the next chapters will be much longer. Hope you enjoyed, my lovlies.)