The half-elf maid from earlier stood outside the door meant for cleaning materials, a heavy bucket weighing down her arms.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, her muscles were aching from the long day of endless chores.
"I'm excruciatingly tired… I need some sleep," she muttered to herself.
"Tell me about it."
A monotone voice came from directly beside her and the maid's heart nearly stopped.
She turned sharply to see the Elf King standing next to her, as imposing as ever, though currently without its royal cape.
Instead, it wore a long buttoned shirt that looked oddly casual for someone of its station.
But something was different.
The maid had to blink several times to process what she was seeing.
She had always needed to look up significantly to see the Elf King's face, craning her neck at an uncomfortable angle.
But now it was about her size.
In fact, slightly shorter than her.
"My King…"
