Your mother brought a boy to you, he was a little older than you and his eyes were similar.

Mom declared him her missing son several years ago, he was conceived by another demon-an incubus, but he died a long time ago, and he was conceived by force.

The boy looks at you with an unreadable expression, he looks like a little warrior, but he does not pose a threat to you, as you are the true heir to the throne

He extended his hand towards you, wanting to kiss the back of your hand