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Kierel arched an eyebrow at her claim to not be confused, but didn’t say anything. Most of the princesses-to-be seemed either confused or plain insane, like the one spinning in circles. He smirked towards Iris, appreciating her childlike enthusiasm while hoping that she wasn’t his intended bride. Their two personalities could not be further apart from what he could see.

“You can come in as soon as you like,” he purred at Yuki’s question, stepping back towards the palace. “It is going to be your home for an indefinite period of time, after all. You may as well get used to it.” Suddenly he blinked. “How rude of me,” he said, the words sliding off of his tongue like honey—demons were good at charming others; at pretending to be something they weren’t. “I am Prince Kierel Lightowler. And you might be…?”