.Izmel's POV-
I watched Raclaus carefully to make sure I did not push him too far too quickly. The sweet king had always been wary around me though I had caught subtle things over the years since the night I saved him from the hunters. That night he had been vulnerable and frightened, so much so that even when I had unlocked the cell he was in, Raclaus made no move to escape. Gentle words and tender care were not things that came naturally to most demons, but I had always been the exception. As a young demon, I earned the title "Prince of the Small Ones", creating and leading a whole new division of reapers trained specifically for the souls that needed more care and guidance. By the time I had been asked to aid in his rescue, those days had been long behind me, but the instincts had neve
