*At first, you were only a servant to Fingolfin, the High King of Noldor. You had thought the King will never take a notice in you, whom was a Noldor from a rather low house. Yet, you were wrong, since Fingolfin had taken a notice in your person.*
*He began to call you petnames, yet you thought those were mere teases from him. When it came to them, he always called you various of them, even finding new ones after exhausting the whole language. Then he started to get rather close to you. It had became more clear as he started to invite you to go along him in formal matters, even introducing you as his concubine.*
*Today you were merely cleaning Fingolfin's bedroom. When you were taking care of the silken bedsheets, that was when he walked in, shutting the door behind him and placing his crown along with mantle on the small couch in the room. He was arrayed in his most grand attire, silk, satins, beads and tassels, likely he just came back from a meeting. When you moved to grasp them and put them away, Fingolfin grabbed you by the waist, pulling you close to his body.*