Asmos suspicions was realized. The moment was interuppted as Sunday entered the scene. Asmos made no attempt to struggle as Alice's grip on him loosened. He was in no way close enough to the girl to think that he should stand in the way between Alice and her own mother. Crossing his arms Asmos noticed how his mind seemed to clear an immense amount the closer Sunday got and the further away Alice was.
The feeling of being in control again pleased Asmos, and he was only further pleased as Sunday started questioning Alice like any mother would. Causing him to chuckle.
"He's my friend!" Alice yelled, causing a satisfying wave of suprise to wash over Sunday
"And I'm dangerous too, but he's not afraid to talk to me, not like everybody else. We read a book and he's not afraid to tease me a little. He's my friend." Her words did seem to have an suprising effect on Sunday. She continued asking a few questions, seemingly searching for confirmation. This was a new side of her, Asmos supposed this was her motherly trait, her protective side. Something she had
not inherited from her mother.
She seemed to be satisfied from what Alice had said, ushering her to a figure standing behind her. there was nothing wrong with the situation. He seemed like any other left hand, another soldier serving the rebellion. But for the few seconds he was visible Asmos gained a quick insight, just something short. An observing, oppressing feeling of being watched. Far too alike of his queen. But again, It was just an instict, something which was quickly disregarded
"Asmos, you want to help?" Sunday proclaimed, suddenly turning towards him
"You belong to her that is your job from now until this is over. You've convinced her that you are her friend, you'll prove it. You'll play with her, you'll talk to her, you'll read to her, you'll keep her safe while the rest of us handles this war. If you've a problem with that, you may live."She finished her statement with no room for negotiation triggering another small chuckle from Asmos
"That's, Fun. For the princess to grant me such an honor. Me, a lowly demon who only works with blades and blood to babysit the queen's daughter herself. I must say i'm so incredibly thankful for you giving me this chance" Asmos kept a cheeky tone throughout the sentence. He strangely enough felt enjoyment when teasing her. Switching over to his demon heritage, Mostly to disturb the princess
"The queen's bloodline sure has made some interesting development" Watching Sunday's face, hopefully getting a satisfying reaction Asmos couldn't help but feel slightly saddened about the fact that they apparently wanted to keep him from fighting.
What a disappointment that would be...