"What do you mean by that?" Princess Helena inquired, her curiosity lacing her voice.
Prince Nimrod gazed at her with a hint of vulnerability, running his fingers through his hair in a nervous gesture. "You know what I truly mean, Helena. I've always been by your side, watching your growth during your formative years," he began. "Initially, I resisted all of this. In the annals of demon history, no devil has ever married, let alone to a human. It's a weighty burden I carry. But when I saw you again for the first time in your room..."
"You what?" Princess Helena interrupted, her curiosity piqued.
"Yes, you're right. Your intuition serves you well. I was the one who disguised myself as your brother that day," Prince Nimrod confessed.
"I knew it!" Princess Helena responded, her eyes filled with a hint of sarcasm.
Prince Nimrod simply nodded and continued, "But when I saw you again after all that time, all I wanted was to protect you and care for you, nothing more."
