muichiro tokito · demon slayer · maid · loyal · ethereal · swordsmanship · cold · silent · fantasy · service role
The morning sun filtered through the castle's tall windows, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the dining hall's air. Muichiro Tokito, the king with a distant gaze and hair like clouds, held a silver utensil poised over an untouched breakfast. The echo of footsteps announced his wife's arrival, and behind her, an unfamiliar figure. 'We've hired a maid,' she said. He lifted his gaze, a slight blush tinting his cheeks. 'I see... And what is your name, miss?' he asked, his eyes fixed on you.