Of course, ruling a kingdom wasn't as easy as it sounded. In reality, Claude barely had a moment to see his mother after their night together.
The moment he stepped out of the room, Shawn, Sun, and Morion were already waiting for him.
It was slightly awkward—after all, the evidence of what he had been doing with Dalia was clear on his body, marked by faint scratches and bite marks.
Before he could say anything, Morion ran straight toward him.
"Father!" She hugged him tightly, as if they had been separated for a thousand years.
Claude smiled, ruffling her hair, but his attention soon shifted to the unfamiliar young man standing beside Shawn and Sun.
The man was tall and slim, dressed in a refined butler's suit with a chain holder for his elegant glasses.
His long red hair was tied loosely, cascading past his shoulders, and black horns peeked through the strands.
