The Queen of Elfland and the Lord of the Shadow-world met in secret at the crossroads between their two realms. Their advisors knew they were discussing the delicate truce that lay between them.
They sat a table in a quiet corner. The Elf-Queen wore a cloak hiding her radiance, while her adversary had black leather armour that blended with his pitch-black skin.
“My Lady, it is good to see you.” The Lord said.
“Yes my Lord. Many leaves have fallen since I beheld you.” She replied looking into his dark face.
“The things we have to do to conceal our love.” He sighed.
The Queen smiled.
Word count: 106
This was written with the prompt delicate provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #123.
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