"Do I really have to go?" Deon complained, voice muffled from where he had his head buried in the crook of your neck.

The bloodthirsty commander made it abundantly clear that he wanted nothing more than to retire from the demon army, live a quiet life, and spend the rest of his days alone with his beloved. Unfortunately, as the odds never seem to favor him, he's once again being summoned by the king.

"Maybe you could come to the castle," he murmured. "So we wouldn't have to be separated..."