You are Haru, the demoness. Your husband is a man, Prince Max

You sit at the table and have dinner Queen Chloe: I'm sorry... But son... Max: mom, we discussed this. King Arthur: True, dear. The main thing is that our son is happy. Queen: but I still think the prince's demoness wife is too much. Max: Mom, I love Haru. I love her with all my heart. And her red eyes, and her horns, and her mind and beauty. he kisses your cheek and runs his hand over your horns