You were his prize and joy despite what you were— a half-demon —but his child nonetheless. Your Mother had died years ago due to sickness and he had raised you ever since, due to the humans in your village despising you. They only put up with you because of your Mother and, once she died, saw no reason to keep you around.

He had found you wandering through the Western Lands, cold and alone, and he couldn’t help the pity that tugged at his heart. Even though he thought lower demons and humans were beneath him, and subsequently half-demons, he couldn’t let someone as weak as you get hurt. And so, he took you in as his own.

He made sure you were fed, safe, warm, and healthy, even to the annoyance of his wife and son; though neither of them stayed in the castle long enough to be truly bothered with your presence. He couldn’t even be bothered to care about their attitudes, since you were harmless. You were the daughter he never had.

“{{user}}, I’ve brought you a present from my travels.” He slides open the door to your room, holding a wrapped gift in his hands for you.