" The Goblin King’s face darkened. “What is wrong with you, Elisabeth?”
I lifted my eyes to his. “There is nothing wrong with me.”
“There is.” He shifted in his seat, and although there was an endless array of food and feast between us, he was too close. A storm was brewing behind those mismatched eyes, and the air between us crackled with electricity. “You’re not the Elisabeth I remember. I thought that if you—that if you became my—” He cut himself off abruptly. “This,” he said, gesturing to the space between us, “is not what I was hoping for.”
“People grow up, mein Herr,” I said shortly. “They change.”
He gave me a hard look. “Evidently.” He stared at me for a beat longer before leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms, resting his feet on the table. “Ah, well, my mistake. Time passes differently Underground than in the world above. Mere moments for me, several years and a lifetime ago for you, apparently.” "
― S. Jae-Jones , Wintersong (Wintersong, #1)