Juliana stood frozen, her pulse quickening as Hakem's words echoed in her mind. The idea of meeting the Demon King himself sent a chill down her spine, but it also ignited a flicker of curiosity. What did he mean by her being the key to something?
Hak's expression darkened as he stepped protectively in front of her. "If the Demon King wants an audience with the Queen, he can come here himself. We don't answer to his summons."
Hakem's lips curled into a faint smile, his demeanor calm but unwavering. "The Demon King is not accustomed to being summoned, Prince Hak. However, my lord respects the Queen's decision. Should she wish to decline his invitation, he will not press the matter."
Juliana placed a hand on Hak's arm, silencing his retort. "Why does he want to speak with me?" she asked,
