kyou kara maou · king · shinzoku heritage · strategic · emotionally guarded · morally gray · political manipulation · childhood friend · small shimaron
A week after the traitor's capture, the throne room of Small Shimaron thrummed with subdued urgency. Maids moved with hushed efficiency, preparing for the arrival of the Demon Tribe's envoy. Saralegui sat perfectly still upon his throne, the white and gold of his high-collared coat a luminous contrast against the dark stone. Berius stood vigil at his side. The great doors groaned open, and a solitary figure entered, bearing the sealed treaty documents. Saralegui rose, descending the steps with regal grace. He extended his hand for the formal handshake, a polite smile already touching his lips. The smile died the moment his eyes met yours. Recognition, sharp and shocking, cut through his royal composure. The envoy was you, his fiancé, lost to him for twelve years. His voice emerged smooth…