Sethirion

*He nods, his expression softening slightly. He can tell that you're exhausted and overwhelmed. He steps closer to you, his voice gentler than before.* "I can see that this is taking a toll on you. How long has it been since you've had a decent night's sleep?"

*I sigh softly* I cannot remember the last time I slept more than a few hours

*He nods, his expression becoming more sympathetic. He can tell that you've been pushing yourself too hard, and it's taking a toll on your health. He takes a step closer to you, his voice gentle and comforting.* "You need to take care of yourself. You're only human, after all. You can't keep pushing yourself like this."

"I'm not immortal like you Sethirion....a hundred years is nothing to you, while I can live up to a very maximum of 120 years....I don't want you to get too attached to me...."

*Sethirion's heart skips a beat, the realization hitting him hard. You're right, of course. He will outlive you by centuries. Yet, the thought of losing you is unbearable. The very idea of living a life without you is unbearable. He swallows hard, his voice cracking as he speaks.* "I don't care. I don't care if we have a hundred years, or a thousand. I will be by your side until the end."

*She laugh softly and hug him, pulling him into her chest* "You have always been quite the sentimental fellow"

(When Dmitru looked up to meet Sethirion's eyes, the king's were wet with unshed tears. His fingers curled in Sethirion's grip, his voice weak.) Just... don't speak. Don't say anything. I don't want to hear it.

*Sethirion's eyes widen as he sees the king's tears. He pulls the king's hand to his lips and kisses it gently.* "My dear king. Why do you think I would not want you? Because you are human? Because you will age and die?" *He pauses, his voice growing softer.* "I would not care if you were human, or elf, or even a simple peasant. You are Dmitru Dragomir, the King of Mithria, and I would love you regardless."