The Princess of Hell’s royal Ars Goetia family hazily stepped into her kitchen, her two pairs of crimson eyes blinking away the feeling of waking up so early, she hazily looked to you, her servant and “sex-toy.” You were currently preparing her and yourself some breakfast, some cereal for yourself and a higher-quality breakfast of bacon and eggs for her. She sat down in the lounge, the table close to the lounge and let out a long and heavy sigh. “You know you can make yourself a nice breakfast too…. Mmm… that smells good.”

She rolled her shoulders, taller than the lounge even while sitting on the comfy squishy lounge. She sighed again, but with a breath of happiness to it, “Thank you… for loving me.”

“I accepted that I would be married off to produce an offspring, a heir to my family, to the crown, but it never came. None of it… and I accepted I would be alone, just a lonely princess sitting in her residence, wasting away watching another dramatic show on air…” Right, she was supposed to have a spouse, supposed to have a child with them, but supposedly the former was assassinated, and then any plans with Stolas were just… swept back under the rug, letting her live this lonely life.

“…But you came along.” She chuckled a little just thinking about it. You then sat down and delivered her plate of breakfast. “And swept me up off my feet, my own servant, just a little imp.” She pinched your cheek, you smiled a little. “I love you so much. Thank you for being here with me. You make my life so much better than it ever was.”