HalfBlood
"I just wish I was more perfect for you," she whispered. A tear rolled down her cheek, glistening in the moonlight. "Sweet, Princess." Theoden wiped the tear with his soft finger and pressed his lips ever so slightly against the nape of her neck to reply, "You are made of two of the most wonderful things created on earth. You are imperfect while also perfect..." he kisses her neck and a warmth fills her inside.…