The thought alone amused him.
Then—
Footsteps.
A knight rounded the corner, stiffening when he saw him.
"P‑Prince Zohar?" the knight called out, concern in his voice.
"What were you doing down there?"
The knight glanced nervously toward the sealed corridor behind him.
"You know the king strictly forbade anyone from entering that place."
"…Are you alright, my prince?"
The demon stopped.
For a brief moment, his gaze lingered on the knight.
Fragile, he thought.
So very fragile.
But he smiled—Zohar's familiar smile.
"I'm fine," he replied calmly, voice perfectly steady.
"Better than ever."
The knight visibly relaxed.
"That's good to hear," he said, bowing slightly.
"Should I escort you somewhere?"
The demon's eyes glinted.
"Yes," he answered.
"Take me to the king."
The knight straightened at once.
"Of course, Prince Zohar," he said respectfully.
"Please, follow me."
As the knight turned and began walking, Prince Zohar followed.
Behind that composed expression—
