Damian had maintained a fake smile at the underworld king trying so hard not to make it obvious how bored he was with their conversation. As they spoke, his eyes kept wandering around hoping to find a plan to get information about the queen’s whereabout. The King looked not like an underworld king at all. He should have been coronated as a golden king instead due to the golden accessories he had on. His castle was built out of pure gold. The flooring couldn’t help but stand out, radiating under the luminous lights. Are you sure he was the underworld king? Or had he not been informed of how dark his powers were?
“Are you even listening to me Damian?” The underworld King asked in disappointment. It was obvious his attention wasn’t on their discussion anymore.
“Sure! Sure my King. I am al
