A diabolical monstrosity. A cursed incubus with half a human face. A sorry excuse for a member of the royal family.
This cruel world has given me many names.
But they don't know the real me.
The me who uses his magic to cloak his grotesque body in the tavern where she works. The me who watches her every shift and follows her home to ensure she gets in safely. The me who would do anything to protect a human woman.
She doesn't know the real me either.
Until I accidentally drop my royal family ring at the tavern, and she picks it up.
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