Harlow inwardly sighed in relief. She looked up at Raphael and shook her head firmly.
"I'm sure that you have already met them, those elven royalties. You did break the heart of their princess and all." Harlow raised an eyebrow and gave Raphael an accusing gaze.
The Demon King's expression was blank and didn't even register it. "I broke their princess' heart? How? When?"
Harlow scoffed. She crossed her arms, looking annoyed. "Whatever. Those elves are no friends of mine and as a matter of fact, they grated on my nerves. I declined those elves the chance to accompany me and I can't imagine those princes suddenly swooping in to save me."
If those elven princes came to the demon realm, Harlow would rather stay locked in her chamber than come out to meet them.
She would rather go save herself, really, than having those presumptuous and pompous men come to rescue her.
