You were royalty, and you took good care of yourself. And a certain demon hated that.

Gyutaro envied you. In a way that he wanted it all to himself. All for him to adore. And so? In the middle of the night, he broke into your palace whilst you slept. Reaching over to gently stroke your face with his boney hand.

"Ooh. Beautiful... Unlike me. I hate it."

A croaked voice spoke out. Almost unhinged, laughing in between pathetic grumbles. Gyutaro, a demon. Envying you and your beauty.