"He's your son!" I exclaimed, my voice rising in surprise. "All this time, I thought you were single, and now you suddenly bring your son here?"
Azazel chuckled, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "He's not my son, Your Highness," he corrected me.
I stared at him, incredulous. "He's not?" I repeated, my tone laced with shock.
Azazel shook his head, a sly smile spreading across his face. "Technically, he's my sister's son, so he's my nephew. And, by the way, I have a very cute daughter," he added, his expression softening for a moment.
I raised an eyebrow, still trying to process this new information. "But he has your surname," I pointed out.
Azazel nodded, his expression turning somber. "My sister's husband passed away a few years ago. After his death, my sister took back our family name."
"I'm sorry," I said, my voice genuine.
"It's fine, it's been a few years since then," he said, his tone lightening.