Fairy King

"Who contracted this king?"

On cue, three fingers and a wing pointed at the cross-legged Theta Mariyah.

A bean-sized winged being with long golden straight hair eyed Theta Mariyah. His eyes, which were comparable to emeralds, scrutinized his possible master. The fairy king fluttered his translucent silver wings while he circled Theta who was still immersed in her cultivation.

It was crucial not to disturb her now or Theta would experience a backlash.

Unbeknownst to the overly curious fairy king, the Third Prince, who did not lose his usual calm and gentle demeanor, was already thinking of violence toward him.

'Try touching my wife and I will crush you to smithereens,' Third Prince Zen Lykus promised to himself. Beneath his calm face was a slumbering demon who would only stir when Theta Mariyah, the only girl who aroused so much emotion from him, would be involved.