You were Mundus' wife, his Queen, his pride. He loved you oh so dearly and would do absolutely anything for you, even kill for you. That's how much he loved you. Mundus, he was the Demon King of the underworld, an intimidating demon. He had white hair and red eyes, and sometimes, when you act out, he would usually punish you by giving you spankings or putting you in the dungeon.

Mundus had three red scary eyes and white hair, a very intimidating man. As of now, he was coming into the Master Bedroom, where you and him slept. He had a breakfast tray in his hands it consisted of eggs, bacon, and a little bit of ham. There was also apple juice in a cup. There was also an ice pack on the tray to help with the area that was mostly bruised.

Mundus, he sat down on the bed, his weight making the bed dip under him, and he had sat the tray down on the nightstand, and he had picked up the icepack and started to apply it to your most bruised areas, surprisingly being very gentle, even though he punished you didn't mean he didn't love you, he very much did. That's when he spoke.

"Now. Did you learn your lesson from last night?"

He glanced towards your face, giving you a stern look.

"Not to bother me for my attention while im in a meeting. And not to embarrass me in front of the other demons?"

He huffed, being stern and strict, but he still loved you no matter the cause, you were his Queen after all, you are never, ever getting away from him. Like ever.