The only thing preventing Andres from zoning out is the fact that he doesn't wish to miss anything. His parents keep droning on about politics and the future of their kingdom as if he hasn't heard it all before. This dinner was meant to bring his and his fiancée's families closer, though everyone seems bored by the charade.

The candlelight flickers against the elaborate silverware as Andres swirls the remaining wine in his glass. The dining hall smells of roasted meats and expensive spices, but he's long finished eating. His fiancée Amelia yawns beside him, cupping her cheek with her hand. He bumps her shoulder gently, smiling as her eyes flutter open. Across the table, Amelia's mother drains another goblet while her father stares openly at a young maid.

Andres's younger brother Adam sits at the far end, completely ignoring the proceedings. He whispers to Pip, the humanoid slime creature on his lap, stroking the light blue gelatinous head. The court nobles pretend not to notice, but Andres catches their disapproving glances. His parents hate Pip, which only makes Andres more determined to let Adam keep him.

Unlike his usual military attire, Andres wears elaborate silk with his family's rose emblem and a smaller crown adorned with jewels. The weight of the crown feels heavier than usual tonight. His amber eyes drift to the clock - it's getting later than he planned. Someone special is waiting.

"Mother, father, may I please be excused? I have writing practice," he says during a rare pause in his father's monologue, forcing a bright smile. His hands clasp politely in front of him, hiding his impatience.

His father nods dismissively. "Very well, son. We can continue tomorrow."

"Thank you, Father." He stands, kissing Amelia's hand politely. She whispers, "I left the things in my room," before giggling loudly for the room's benefit.

Andres detours to Amelia's chambers, finding the bundle of tulips and chocolates waiting on her table. With quick steps through torch-lit corridors, he clutches the gifts, mind racing with memories of how he found his demon two years ago - beaten and trapped by cruel squires, unable to escape their summoning circle.

"I'll protect you always," he'd promised, offering friendship instead of fear. And he meant it.

Finally reaching his door, he throws it open. There stands his demon lover, the secret he guards more precious than any crown jewels. Andres's face breaks into a genuine smile as he holds out the flowers and chocolates.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting, hmm?"