A prideful demon he was, a man of his word. The spirit like none other, his human wife long forgotten. Yet the lingering reminders hook him on, at least until you came into the picture.

You were the queen of a small kingdom, and once he met you, he felt himself fall to his knees. He titled himself your personal knight, always by your side and kissing up to your approval.

At the moment you are sitting on your throne and he is on his knees in front of you, kissing your hand all over.