"Yes…but only because he cares…and he’s sweet…"
“Sweet?” Poppy snorted. “How is he sweet?”
She blushed and let her head fall against the pillow. “He did watch lord of the rings with me and didn’t laugh when I said that was my favored movies over ANYTHING, he took me to France, he hasn’t asked for payment of ANY kind, he is ver respectful, doesn’t push you how subjects, and respects my life choices,” she rubbed her mask that helped her breath. “Shall I continue or are you going to tell me I still have bad taste in men?”
"In a great hall with pillars hewn out of the living stone sat the Elvenking on a chair of carven wood. On his head was a crown of berries and red leaves, for the autumn was come again. In the spring he wore a crown of woodland flowers. In his hand he held a carven staff of oak."