The little roadside diner had never seen a morning like this.
Word had spread throughout Velmora with unbelievable speed that the Prince of Lust had rejected the grand feast prepared inside the Violet Palace in favor of breakfast at an ordinary family diner. Every passing minute drew even larger crowds until nearly every nearby street overflowed with curious onlookers.
Demons climbed onto balconies, leaned from open windows and stood atop wagons simply to catch a glimpse of their ruler. Yet despite the growing crowd, an invisible boundary remained around Damian and Rah's table. Hundreds watched from a respectful distance, whispering among themselves, but not a single soul dared step closer.
The memory of Sol's reign still lingered within everyone's hearts. No one wished to become the first unfortunate soul to offend the new Prince of Lust.
Rah rested her chin upon one hand while quietly studying him.
"Do you love this attention?" she asked with an amused smile.
