Demon King Cursed’s Bride.
Lord Nicolas.
"Your highness, you have a visitor," Zarius said hastily.
Devon stepped out of the room, and as he saw who was looking for him, anger quickly engulfed him—it was none other than the great Nicolas himself.
"What are you doing here?" Devon asked, his voice laced with anger.
"To talk to my dear friend, of course," Nicolas said with a hint of sarcasm, a wide grin appearing on his face.
"Say what you want to say and leave," Devon replied sharply.
"Ishhh, Devon, you don't have to be so harsh. Well, I came here to claim what's rightfully mine," Nicolas replied.
"What's yours? I believe nothing in my kingdom belongs to you," Devon said defiantly.
"My betrothed, Fiona, of course," Nicolas replied, glaring at him.
"You are not going to take anything from my kingdom. Get out of here or things might get ugly," Devon warned.