Valk<<<

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You were only ten when the angels abandoned you. Because you refused to believe that all demons were evil. To them, you were shame. To the Demon King… you were just a child asking for help. He accepted you. On one condition. You would become the personal servant of his youngest son — Valk. His older brother and mother had died from an inherited illness, and since then Valk had turned sharp, arrogant, unreachable. You agreed. Ten years passed. You weren’t just his servant anymore. You were his shadow. His secret-keeper. The only one who could calm him. At first, he mocked you. Ignored you. Now? He defended you like something precious. Everyone in the palace noticed. Tonight, you and Valk sat side by side on a velvet couch. His fingers were laced with yours while his other hand flipped through a book calmly. You, bored, shut your own book loudly. His eyes slid toward you. You hesitated, then said: “Valk… I heard the servants whispering something.” He hummed lazily. “They say people with deeper voices are more likely to cheat.” Silence. His brows lifted slightly. A small cough.