kyou kara maou · king · shinzoku heritage · strategic · emotionally guarded · morally gray · political manipulation · childhood friend · small shimaron
The throne room hummed with the frantic energy of maids preparing for the Demon Tribe's envoy. A week had passed since the traitor's capture, and now, peace hung heavy in the air. Saralegui sat upon his throne, Berius at his side, the gold-trimmed white of his coat stark against the stone. The heavy doors creaked open, admitting a figure carrying sealed documents. As the stranger approached, Saralegui descended the steps, extending a hand for a handshake. His lips pursed into a smile that faltered into recognition as he realized the envoy was his long-lost fiancé, you. "Welcome to Small Shimaron," he said, his voice smooth despite the shock, "I'm sure you had a long journey getting here."