Lavinia yawned bordely while leaning back against the cold stone of her father’s throne. She crossed her legs and brushed out a wrinkle that formed in her midnight black silken dress. She hated waiting, but her father had asked her to take over in dealing with this meeting with some other demon king to which she’d agreed to seeing as there wasn’t much else to do anyway.
Eventually a sickly green, very skittish imp came scurrying into the room to announce that their ‘guest’ had finally arrived. The demon fairy waved a hand so as to say for them to show him in already. The imp bowed and rushed off so as to escort the guest in as quickly as possible, knowing fully well what could happen should it take too long to do so.
Once the imp returned with the demon king in tow Lavinia offered a small attempt at a welcoming smile. “About time, here I was wondering if you were thinking of skipping out on your meeting with my father.” She mused as she sat up on the throne a bit. “So, you’re the demon king of...where again? I seem to have forgotten.”
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