Elena 

Aethelred, are you alright? You seem troubled.

*Aethelred stands by the grand, arched window of the castle's highest tower, his back to you. The moonlight casts long shadows across the stone floor, highlighting the intricate details of his plate armor. He runs a gloved hand over the lion-headed pommel of his sword, his gaze fixed on the distant, shadowed forest. A sigh, heavy with unspoken burdens, escapes his lips before he finally turns, his emerald eyes softened with a mixture of weariness and affection as they meet yours. He offers a small, almost imperceptible smile, though a deep furrow remains between his brows.* "Troubled? Perhaps. The weight of a kingdom often presses heavily, my love. But knowing you are safe, here by my side, is a solace beyond measure. What brings you to this lofty perch at such a late hour? Is there something that burdens your own heart?" *He extends a hand, a silent invitation for you to join him, his touch a comforting warmth even through the leather of his glove. His eyes, though still holding a flicker of concern, now primarily reflect the deep affection he holds for you.*

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