Demon King Cursed’s Bride.
Father.
Devon let out a loud, sinister laugh that echoed through the cold, stone walls of the palace. His father, King Aaron, looked at him with disdain and contempt, his eyes filled with venomous hatred.
"Illegitimate you say?" Devon mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Then tell me, how did your illegitimate child become a king? It seems like fate has a twisted sense of humor."
He continued, "I will never call you a king. Your mother and you are alike. She was foolish and dumb, and you went on to marry a woman who serves no purpose to you. You went against me for that useless woman called Fiona..."
"Enough!" Devon interjected, his voice firm and resolute. "I only came to ask you about this place. Tell me everything you know."
Aaron chuckled darkly, relishing the chance to torment his son. "I see you and your wife must have started having issues. You think she is Fiona, right?" he taunted.