Demon King Cursed’s Bride.
Illegitimate Child.
Alexander's eyes widened as he looked at the girl, and he immediately took a step back, creating distance between them. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice tinged with surprise.
"Is that how you talk to your fiancée?" the girl replied, introducing herself as Princess Karla.
"Princess Karla, please maintain your distance. I would appreciate that," Alex said, trying to maintain his composure despite his growing frustration.
Karla's gaze shifted towards Belle, and she looked at her with irritation and condescension. "Who is this?" Karla questioned, visibly displeased. "A maid? A servant?"
Alex's anger flared at her tone and judgmental words. "Belle, why don't you introduce yourself?" he interjected, trying to defuse the tension, though he couldn't help but smile sweetly at Belle.
Karla's eyes twitched with annoyance. "He never smiled at me like that," she thought, feeling a twinge of jealousy.