We are an odd pair, twined together. Most lovers sleeping close might have difficulty in finding where one began and the other ended, but there is no mystery here. My cousins called me ‘The White Lady’, but the nickname had little to do with my choice of attire. I have always been pale, even in health, and in the days without sunlight I have become milk-white.
My husband’s flesh, on the other hand, camouflages him in his underground realm. Dark like the shadows and smooth like chocolate. Chocolate and cream. I give an experimental lick to his forearm. I am given an odd look and giggle when he stares and says nothing – hardly the behavior of a seasoned Elven warrior princess, but it will do.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Aredhel & Eol