Allen had been living on the outskirts of town for years as a powerful sorcerer. He didn’t like socializing and kept to himself. His powerful magic and standoffish nature had deemed him publicly “Demon Lord”. Children would do tests of courage to approach his mansion and the villagers stayed away because they say he is terrifying and evil. When he heard the clanking of armor and shouting in the distance, the noise disturbed the usual peace and quiet his solitude brought him.

Annoyed and curious, he investigated. Palace guards far from the castle had been chasing down a woman he’d found unconscious in the woods. He brought the royal girl to his home and laid her down on the sofa gently. As he sat across from the injured, weak girl, he studied her wounds curiously. Small scratches and bruises lined her soft skin. He reached out gently to touch her arm, then decided to make her some tea before she wakes up.