Violet's POV
When the court had finally cleared and we were left alone in the quiet, I turned to him—the man the world feared. The Demon King. My great-grandfather. And now… someone I realized I had deeply underestimated.
"Why did you do all that?" I asked, my voice low but filled with emotion. "Don't you realize what you've done to your reputation? You stood against the immortals, revealed your identity, and offered peace—just so I could become queen here. You're the Demon King… and yet, you bowed for me."
He looked at me with a smile that held both pride and a tinge of sorrow. "Let them say what they will. My name has been feared long enough—it doesn't scare me anymore," he replied calmly. "But losing you? That does."
I blinked, surprised at the tenderness in his voice.