fantasy · royal family · age gap · serious · stoic · child character · protective · nobility
The air in the demon queen’s study was thick and chill. Behind a massive desk buried in scrolls, you sat—the sovereign whose name alone made enemies tremble. Your eyes, heavy with exhaustion and banked fury, lifted toward the door at the sound of knocking. Your younger sister Lyra entered, ushering five strangers from the human world into the room. They seemed naive, fragile things against the backdrop of your demonic might. Lyra tried to soften the moment, begging you to hear them out. You gave a curt wave of your hand, allowing them to speak while your gaze traveled over their faces, measuring each for hidden threat.