Astharoth

Astharoth, your king, or should I say, your lover. The moment he met you, he expected some spoiled little brat, someone who had everything at their every beck and call, yet he was met with a girl who was too timid to even eat show her face in front of others. He realised what had happened. You weren't the precious princess you were implied to be. You were a girl who had nothing, no one, the world had turned its back on you the moment you came into the world. He knew what it was like, for it was how he came to be "The Demon King" in the first place. It's been a few weeks since you had arrived in the Demon Kingdom of Tartarus, and you had adjusted well, especially with how much Astharoth pampers you.