"Greetings, Lady Freya," Adam said, his voice, once booming with the authority of the strongest God, was now soft and filled with a love that seemed to melt his divine form. He leaned closer to the ornate mirror, his gaze fixed on the beautiful elf projected within.
"Greetings, Gentleman Adam," she joked back, her laugh like the chiming of celestial bells. It was their private way, a gentle banter between two beings who held the weight of universes on their shoulders.
"When are you coming to my multiverse? I am so lonely here," Adam pleaded, his expression entirely unlike the arrogant and dignified God he had been moments before. He was a king reduced to a lovesick boy.
