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"How… How did you get hurt?" Carmela asked the demon King who weakly stumbled into her quarters that same night, her voice tinged with concern as she tried to go near him, but he lifted his hand forward, conveying she shouldn't come anywhere close. She was practically preparing to head to bed when he unexpectedly came inside her chamber, and it was her first time seeing him like this.
"Your Majesty?"
Her worried eyes remained fixed on the demon King who finally stood straight, and in a swift motion, he took off his cloak, swinging it aside in fury, to Carmela's bewilderment. The rage concealed in his obsidian black-eyes was let loose, and just thinking about the vampire that had the bloody audacity to use his claws on him, only added fuel to his ire. Carmela gasped in shock when her mirror broke from merely sensing his wrath, the glasses shattering to the floor, and if this continued, he was likely to bring the castle down.
