The Life of Royals

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/36924484.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/M
Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!
Relationship: Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Lucifer/Main Character
(Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)
Character: Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey
Me!), Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Satan (Shall We Date?:
Obey Me!), Asmodeus (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Beelzebub (Shall
We Date?: Obey Me!), Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Diavolo
(Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Barbatos (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!),
Simeon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Possessive Behavior, Fluff and Angst, But
mostly fluff, Princes & Princesses, Diavolo is an Emperor
Language: English
Series: Part 1 of RoyaltyAU
Stats: Published: 2022-02-06 Completed: 2022-02-26 Chapters: 12/12 Words:
33475

The Life of Royals

by yukihaie

Summary

When you were seven, you held a fake wedding by the swings with a kid you met at a park.
You never saw your childhood ‘spouse’ again after that day. Today you received a letter
summoning you to a foreign country, where your wedding to the heir to the throne twenty
years ago is seen as valid. -Prompt by @writing-prompt-s on Tumblr

Notes

Since I’m so bad at explaining my world-building, they will be a spin-off story that'll
explain a little bit of it without spoiling the whole story.
 Chapter 1 : Truth

Work was exhausting today—like always—and you wanted nothing but to lay down on your bed.
Just letting the tiredness seep out from your body after finding your favourite pillow and inhaling
the similar scent of your home was really tempting.

But before you could indulge in the sin called Sloth, you have to finish your hellish reports first.

Half Year-End Closing is just around the corner. You knew you couldn’t sleep well during those
times, so best be prepared and finish some small tasks before you pulled all-nighters for that
nightmare.

Another heavy sigh escaped your mouth before you sipped your iced Americano with a frown.

The ladies were gossiping about the neighbouring country whose King was currently laying in bed,
sick. The country’s affairs had to be managed by the seven princes, especially the eldest.

Yes, the neighbouring country has seven princes.

“Don’t you think it’s time for the princes to find someone? The Crown Prince is twenty-seven
now, and he’ll be ascending the throne soon.”

“Yeah, you’re right. But hey, aren’t we more or less the same age as the Crown Prince?” your co-
worker giggled while twirling the straw on her drinks, “Don’t you think we might have a chance?”

“Don’t be ridiculous! We’re commoners!” another one said, “Besides, we’re not even their
citizens.” She clicked her tongue in annoyance.

‘Yeah, we’re only commoners who had nothing special to brag about…’

Would be nice if you can come home to a wonderful palace and had attendants tending to your
every need; enjoy the days with luxurious items and respect from others, and have absolutely no
worries about food on your table or monthly rent.

But then again, the responsibilities were nothing easy. Royals are responsible for their subjects’
well-being.

If you’re truly a human being, how could you sit back and relax with the money your subjects
worked so hard for; while they are suffering on the streets, probably haven’t eaten anything for
days?

You swallowed a heavy lump on your throat. Just thinking about their responsibilities made you
sick.

“What about you, MC? Any Princes that caught your eyes?” your co-worker wiggled her
eyebrows.

You were too lost in your thoughts to even realise the topic had changed.

“Come on, now! Don’t be shy! As for me, I absolutely love Prince Satan. He’s so responsible. And
did you see the latest news? He’s the one who closed down the illegal underground market. They
were selling slaves and drugs!”

“Well, I’m all for Prince Asmodeus. Did you see the newest fashion trends that he set? I swear he’s
so gorgeous!”

“What about Prince Mammon? He’s hot too! And he’s really kind. There are a lot of rumours that
he’s the backbone of the Crown Prince now. So dependable!”

“Oh! Talking about the Crown Prince, Prince Lucifer is so good in so many categories! He’s
handsome, very responsible, managed to lead the country at such a young age and he also
succeeded in toning down his brothers’ antics. You all know that the princes are troublemakers,
right? Yet Prince Lucifer knows how to handle all six of them. So dreamy…”

Right after she said that the other ladies sighed dreamily before starting to fantasise about the
Princes.

The scene that unfolded in front of you made you speechless.

Sure, everyone would be doing the same but hello! Would anyone stop and think that they’re in
public right now?!

You quickly lowered your vision to your Americano with tints of red colouring your cheeks,
averting your eyes from meeting the people sitting beside your table.

“Well, we’ve talked about ours. How about yours, MC?”

'This again!’

“Umm… I guess I admire the Emperor…?” you meekly said, still pretty much embarrassed when
the people sitting beside your table were starting to listen eagerly to your conversation with your
co-workers.

“Emperor Diavolo? Wow! You have such high tastes,” your co-worker giggled.

“Well, he is the Emperor. And… Well, I just think that he’s really dependable. Look at us, we’re
doing okay. We don’t have problems with the homeless. Even the poor at least have a roof under
their head and food on their table. And he’s been taking over since he was 18. I’m sure it wasn’t
easy… And he’s not even married yet so he has to take over the Empress’s jobs too.”

You could feel yourself burning when you realised the person sitting beside you was practically
glaring now.

Fortunately, the alarm on one of your co-worker's phone rang, indicating that break time’s over,
“Let’s go ladies. Back to the hell hole we go.”

It was followed by several series of sighs and complaints from the others. You, on the other hand,
were relieved to finally be able to get out of that place.

You waited for your friends to leave the table before turning your attention to the man sitting
beside you.

He was wearing a cap to cover his black hair; sunglasses even though they were clearly in a cafe
with appropriate lighting; along with an oversize coat covering his everyday clothes. He was
slouching but the expression was drawn on his face was nothing but anger.

Yup, not shady at all.

“Excuse me, don’t you think you’re being rude earlier? You shouldn’t listen to anyone’s
conversation.”

A pat to the back for our courageous MC.

But it seemed to tick the man off even more because he snapped, “You-! How dare you! I don’t
care who you like! I’m gonna drag you back home with me!”

Every alarm in your body was now wailing crazily as you came to a rushed conclusion.

This man is an absolute nut job!

Your adrenal glands started synthesising adrenaline and you were ready to pepper spray him
should he make another move.

Luckily, his companion dragged him by his wrist and went out of the cafe as quick as lightning,
leaving you alone with the adrenaline rush still coursing through your bloodstreams.

Your heart was thumping loudly inside your chest. Your knees finally gave in, making you sit back
on your chair, shivering.

Your friends, who realised your absence by now, were coming back to the table. They were met
with your pale face before rushing to your side, asking for more details.

You shook your head and reassured them that you were okay.

“Your Highness! That is not a way to talk to someone! And definitely not a thing to say to a young
lady!” Lucifer’s butler began nagging as soon as they stepped inside the car.

Lucifer grew up in a well-mannered place, drilled with etiquette since he was born; yet he didn’t
know how he made such a terrible blunder just now.

He let out a sigh and tried cancelling out the nagging from his butler, Jean. Once Jean started
nagging, no one really knew when he’d stop.

Maybe that’s what Mammon feels about him when he starts nagging? He owed Mammon an
apology later.

Reminiscing on your words earlier made his blood boil again.

'The Emperor? Really?’

Yes, Emperor Diavolo is his closest friend.

Yes, he’s been doing a very good job.

But to hear his spouse said that?

At least your friends seemed to take interest in him, but why didn’t you?

'Okay then, let’s marry each other!’ you grabbed his hand excitedly.
The smile on your face was nothing if it was to compare on his. For once, he was actually happy.

Lucifer was starting to feel sombre again so he waved defeatedly at his butler and said, “Jean, let’s
just go.”

Sensing his Master’s sudden shift in emotion, he obeyed, no longer nagging at the poor prince.

It has been three days since the incident and thankfully, you didn’t hear anything from that guy.

You were also grateful for your work. Why? Because they’ve been taking every space in your
mind at the moment, making it easier to not get yourself overly anxious about the man’s words.

It was Sunday and you finally had the chance to indulge in your favourite sin of the sevens.

Phone? Switched off.

Curtains? Closed.

Doors and windows? Locked.

Favourite blankie? Checked.

Bottle of water in case of thirst? Checked.

Nothing beats sleeping in during the weekend.

Ding dong!

And now it’s ruined.

With a groan, you rolled off from your bed and voluntary fell off face-first to the floor with the
hope that if you ignored the person ringing the doorbell, they might go away.

Ding dong!

Ding dong!

Ding dong!!

“Oh for God’s sake!”

Needless to say, you dragged your feet to the front door with the deepest frown you’ve ever made,
clearly depicting it on your face. After all, the person disturbing your sleep deserved to know that
their presence wasn’t welcomed by the occupant.

You almost crashed your door through the wall while you violently swung it open, revealing the
presence of three people.

A man with amber coloured hair was in the front while two women—one with shiny bob cut black
hair and another with curly shoulder-length blonde hair—were behind him.

You felt the heat start crawling on your cheek at the sight.

Not because they were neatly dressed compared to your messy hair and dishevelled clothes, but
because they were bowing so deeply to you.

On your front door.

With neighbours clearly watching.

“Your Highness, we are here to deliver a message from the Eastern Kingdom,” the man said
before lifting the said letter on his hand above his head, and still managed to lower his head with
respect to you.

“Wait, please, come in! Stop bowing and come in! Please!” you were flustered from the increasing
stares of your neighbours.

Your house wasn’t exactly spotless to let these strangers in but it was better to be embarrassed by
three people rather than tens of nosy neighbours.

Thankful that you did your chores yesterday, you lead those three inside your house and invited
them to sit on the sofa. To which they respectfully decline.

“My name is Jean. I am the royal butler of the Crown Prince from the Eastern Kingdom. This is
Marie and Rose, your personal maids–”

“My what?”

“Your Highness is in need of personal maids, correct? The Crown Prince is giving you your
personal maids.”

“Okay, let’s stop joking with this Crown Prince thingy. I wanna know why you’re all here? Tell
me before I call the police!”

“Your Highness, our main purpose here is to deliver this message addressed to you and get you
ready to travel back to the Eastern Kingdom with us,” Jean said, still bowing deeply.

There were so many questions lingering inside your head and you felt yourself frowning even
worse by the presence of these three.

You decided to enlighten yourself a little by reading the letter. It was neatly written in cursive but
the contents didn’t tell you exactly what was going on.

“Go back to the Eastern Kingdom? What…? I think you’re mistaken. I’m from the Western
Empire! Here! I was born here. Why do I have to go back to the Eastern Kingdom? And what’s
with this 'Your Highness’ title?” you massaged your temple.

“His Highness the Crown Prince is requesting your presence back to the Palace.”

“Why? I don’t even know Prince Lucifer!”

Clearly shocked by your words, the three of them exchanged quick glances before Marie said,
“But, Your Highness… You have been married to the Crown Prince for twenty years.”

The world came crashing down to you at that statement.

How?

When?

Who?

What?

Twenty years…

When was it…

'When you like someone, you marry them. And… And they’ll be by your side forever…’ you said.

'Okay then, let’s marry each other!’

“The Court has decided that Your Highness’s wedding to the Crown Prince is a valid ceremony.
Your Highness is the Crown Princess of the Eastern Kingdom,” Jean stated.

It was the last thing you heard clearly before the Earth rolled under your feet, making you topple
back and letting the darkness envelop your vision.
 Chapter 2 : The Long Awaited Arrival
Chapter Notes

This chapter is a bit bleak but it serves the important infos for future chapters :')

See the end of the chapter for more notes

He was there, sitting by the swing with the gloomiest expression you’ve ever seen. You wondered
what happened.

Your body wanted to approach the boy but your feet stayed planted to the ground.

“Hey!” a voice of a young girl called out to you—or to the boy, you weren’t sure.

The girl went running to him and crouched, looking up at him with worries clearly drawn on her
face, “Are you okay?”

He didn’t say anything.

“Do you want to play with me?”

The boy slowly looked up to the girl and asked, “I can…?”

She just smiled warmly and nodded. She took him by his hand and went running to the slides
nearby.

“What’s your name? Let’s be friends! My name is MC.”

’‘Wait, what? Me?!’

Before you could question the girl, you saw the boy looking depressed again.

The boy didn’t reply. He just looked to his feet while fidgeting, unsure whether to tell her his name
or not.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?”

“Aren’t you going to be mad at me?”

The question made both you and the girl tilt your head curiously.

He added, “My name is Lucifer…” His voice was so soft, you weren’t sure whether it was him
talking or a gust of wind blowing.

The girl took his hand on her and smiled, “Well, you have a nice name and you look kind, so I
don’t know why I should be mad.”

He slowly beamed at her statement.

“Let’s be friends, Lucifer!”

.

Your eyes fluttered slightly before you opened them, meeting the usual white ceiling that greets
you every morning without a fail.

Your head was throbbing and you tried sitting up, remembering what happened before you passed
out.

You noticed you’re wearing a different set of clothing and you draw in a short breath in shock.
Swinging off the blanket from your body down to the floor, you realised your bedroom was now
spotless.

No pile of clean, unfolded clothes on the chair.

No unorganised magazines beside your table.

No signs of dirty clothes on your laundry basket.

You swung your feet off the bed and realised there were indoor slippers waiting for you. You
slipped it in with wariness and peeked out the door.

So you think you did your chores yesterday? And you’re satisfied with its state?

Behold, the new living room!

Everything was in place; the floors were so shiny, they reflected your face; the sofas were properly
arranged, and the soft smell of rose filled up the entire room.

You couldn’t believe your eyes.

“Your Highness! Thank goodness you’re finally awake. I was just about to transfer these flowers
into a vase,” Marie greeted you with a smile while carrying a bouquet of fresh rose.

She handed you a card, saying that it was from the Crown Prince. You took it and thanked her. But
you were still curious about one thing.

“…You guys are still here…?”

“Of course we are. We are your personal maids, after all. His Highness made it clear that we
shouldn’t leave your side.”

Feeling a bit guilty for your harsh actions towards them earlier during the day, you apologised to
her and Rose, who was wiping the mirrors in the living room. You also thanked them for their help
in cleaning the house.

“Nonsense, Your Highness. You need not thank us, for it is what we do. And I’m sure you’re
shocked to hear the news so suddenly. We totally understand, Your Highness. And you need not
worry about Jean either, as he is capable of reading the situations.”

“Talking about Jean, he sent you his regards as he had to attend to the Crown Prince and couldn’t
stay for long,” Marie added.

You went silent once again as the topic of the Crown Prince resurfaced.

You observed the card and noticed its front cover was engraved with a curved letter 'L’. You
braced yourself and read the contents that were neatly written.
 Dear MC, my Crown Princess,

I hope the flowers and card reached you well.

I’ve been told by Jean that you passed out just now. Please take care of your well-
being as I will be deeply hurt to know that you’re in pain.

You must have tons of questions in mind right now. I will gladly answer all of them,
my Love.

You can text me at XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX.

Please reach out to me as soon as you wake up. I am deeply worried of your current
condition, my Love.

-Lucifer

A gentle smile was drawn from your lips as you closed the card.

'My Love?’

You giggled a little, not noticing how bright your maids’ smiles were.

The future of the Eastern Kingdom is in good hands now.

“Looks like someone’s in heaven.” Asmo flopped down to the couch beside Lucifer and leaned
closer to read his text messages.

To which the eldest shoved him away with a frown.

“He trynna woo his girl back,” Mammon commented, “Ya know, I heard from Jean that Lucifer
scared our poor sis-in la–” Mammon’s word was cut short when he felt a pillow hit his face with a
force hard enough to topple him backwards.

“Seriously, Lucifer?” Satan clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“Well, did you apologise yet?” Beel asked.

“Not yet.”

His answer was short, yet never surprised the brothers. This is Lucifer we’re talking about.

The arrogant Crown Prince is the most sought bachelor in the country. And he’s about to break
hearts when the official news came out later.

“And what? You just want to slide the whole thing under the rug or something?” Belphie
commented.

“Why shouldn’t I?”

Alright, who chose this man to be the most sought bachelor again?

“You’re a jerk.”
And with that statement, the brothers went out running from the common room, away from the
eldest’s rage.

Which died down soon after receiving another notification from his text message.

Smiling for the last time before setting your phone down, you stared at the blinking cursor on your
laptop.

Should you explain in detail your situation?

Or should you just leave it vague and make up excuses?

You felt guilty for leaving the company when they were in need of staff, especially during the
times when all accountants were struggling hard to finalise the financial reports.

Taking a deep breath, you started composing sentences for your 24-hour notice resignation letter.

You also didn’t know what to tell your close friends.

Hey, turns out I’m a princess and my country needs me right now?

That’ll only make them laugh.

So, I’m actually married to a royal but I only know jn so wish me luck because now I have to rule a
country?

Yeah right.

Everything sounded so tacky.

Discarding your messages to your friends, you decided to search about Eastern Kingdom’s
information.

There wasn’t much to learn other than gossip and news. It made sense for confidential pieces of
information to be off the internet. You weren’t even sure why you were searching in the first place.

Then, your fingers again danced on the keyboard. The words 'Prince Lucifer’ was typed onto the
search engine and various results were shown.

Considering he’s the most secretive of all his brothers, his photos weren’t up on the internet as
much as his brothers. Even lesser than Prince Leviathan.

The recent photo captured by the paparazzi was from 4 years ago. And it only showed his side
profile rather than his full face.

Something about his cold facial expression tugged at your heartstrings.

Thinking that the gloomy boy you met twenty years ago grew up to be someone successful made
you feel…

Proud.

'What is this feeling?’

Shaking your head to dismiss the thoughts, you switched off your laptop and began organising your
things.

“Your Highness, allow me,” a man, neatly dressed in a black suit, bowed slightly at you before
taking your luggage and putting them in the trunk.

You glanced back at your house for the last time, reminiscing the times where you spent every
month working hard for its rent; crying your hearts out from your daily stress; laughing heartily
from the shows you’ve watched during the weekends; and the times the house shielded you from
bad weathers.

You worked hard to be able to afford that tiny home and it’s truly a home sweet home for you. But
now, you have a new home.

And a new responsibility to carry.

You gave yourself a tiny smile, gathering the courage to step forward into the car with Marie and
Rose behind you.

Bowing slightly as a farewell to your neighbours, you took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

It took you two whole days to prepare for your move to the Eastern Kingdom.

Your boss didn’t take lightly on your 24 hours notice, but he didn’t pry any longer. Your co-
workers were asking you about your situation but you decided to not tell them the whole truth.
Vague was enough since you also wasn’t sure if the decision you were making is the right one.

The hardest part was telling your family about it. It wasn’t easy explaining your situation to them
but all ended well. You’re now on your way to a new life and a new beginning.

Only Marie and Rose knew how long you took the time to calm yourself….

“If I’m not happy, I can go back to my home country, right?” you remembered asking him over the
text yesterday.

It took him a while to reply, but you didn’t think too hard as he is the Crown Prince. He must’ve
had tons of work to do other than entertaining you.

“Yes.” The reply only came by after 25 minutes.

'Well, he gave me his words, so I should just try to believe him.’

For now.

Your arrival was greeted warmly by the occupants of the palace.

You weren’t used to having people bowing so deeply to you every time you’re taking a step, but
Rose assured you that the attendants were only paying their respect to you.

The news about the Crown Princess was only known within the Royal Palace ground, so the
journey to the palace wasn’t congested with people lining up to meet their new Princess.

You felt at ease, knowing that the news didn’t spread like wildfire just yet. After all, you weren’t
used to this kind of attention. It’d only make you feel like running away.
 Jean greeted you when you arrived at the main stairs and commanded Rose to take your luggage to
your room.

“Your Highness, the Princes are waiting for your arrival in the meeting hall,” Jean said, before
leading the way.

Every step you took failed to calm your beating heart. You gripped the fabric of your dress
anxiously.

You didn’t really have an appropriate attire to wear for your first day in the palace so Rose had
sewn you a simple dress, assuring you that the Crown Prince would be gifting you with tons of
clothing once you were there.

“We’re here, Your Highness.”

That statement only made you more nervous.

“Afraid not, Your Highness, as His Highness the Crown Prince has been waiting for your arrival
since the day we came to get you.” Jean gave you a small smile before opening the meeting hall’s
door.

You gathered your courage and stepped forward, biting your lower lip slightly and looking to your
front.

There were seven pairs of eyes, watching you with mixed expressions. But the one who stood up
the most was the man with black and gradient red eyes, sitting in the middle of the stage with a
smirk.

His hair, his posture, his facial expression.

Then, the realisation hit you.

'That… That crazy…!’

“You!”

Chapter End Notes

And… the fun begins now!

 Chapter 3 : Mixed Emotions
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

“You!” you pointed towards Lucifer who’s sitting on the middle throne on the stage.

The meeting hall went silent. Nobody said a word. Even breathing sounded loud enough to fill up
the whole room.

Having sobered up from your shock, you realised your grave mistake. You were rudely addressing
the Crown Prince.

In front of the princes.

Who were all royals.

While you’re only a lowly commoner.

The silence was deafening and your face was slowly flushing from their intense stares.

Suddenly, the prince sitting one seat to the left—Prince Satan—started snickering. Followed by a
few chuckles from the other princes. The only one glaring at you was the Crown Prince, eyes full
of annoyance.

You lowered your hand and felt the heat start creeping throughout your whole body when the
princes laughed.

“Silence!”

Everything went still.

Prince Lucifer let out a heavy sigh and said, “Greetings, Princess. We are the Princes of the Eastern
Kingdom. We shall introduce ourselves to you, starting with the youngest.”

“My name’s Belphegor,” he yawned.

“I’m Beelzebub, the sixth born. Do you have any candy right now?” Beel asked.

“I’m Asmodeus. Oh, darling, your skin is so gorgeous! Share with me some of your tips, kay~”
Asmo winked.

“My name is Satan. Fourth born.” he looked over to you, uninterested.

“Leviathan…” Levi shifted his gaze to anywhere but you.

“‘sup sis! The name’s Mammon!” he greeted you warmly.

Lucifer let out another sigh and massaged his temple, “And you know who I am, so let’s skip
that.”

The princes were acting informal and rowdy, and that made you feel at ease. You were afraid
they’d start pushing their etiquette lesson to you when they laughed earlier.
“I’m MC. I apologise for my actions just now…” you performed a curtsy, still blushing slightly.

“Brothers, excuse me for I shall take the Princess’s time,” Lucifer said, already standing up from
his seat and walking towards you.

Now that you had a better view of him, you just realised how tall he is. And the amount of
charisma he emitted all over his presence.

Is this the Crown Prince?

It made you feel more anxious at the sudden realisation that you’d have to match his presence
when you’re in public with him.

“We shall discuss more in my study, Princess.” He extended his hand for you to take but you’re too
wary of him to even accept.

This led to another laughing fit from the other princes on stage before Lucifer dropped it and lead
the way.

You could feel a bitter taste in your mouth after you unconsciously rejected his hand. You threw
curses at yourself because you once again acted rudely towards the Crown Prince.

“Now, I believe you need lessons on etiquette.”

Welp, there it is.

But you knew you needed it so you kept your tongue from running and obeyed.

“And you need to learn about this country’s history, law, the nobles’ title and name, their rights,
the civil law for the citizens–”

Oh goodness, you could feel your head spinning from the number of studies you need to do.

“–but since you’re familiar with finance and figures, we can skip that. You only need to learn about
the market and financial studies,” Lucifer added.

You sighed with relief at the thought of having one of the subjects dropped. Hey, one is better than
none!

'Wait a minute… How does he know I’m familiar with finance…?’

You looked up to see him staring at you intently, making you shift uncomfortable on your feet.

'What does he want from me?’

“You’re finally keeping that snarky tongue of yours in check, huh?”

Oh, how you feel like giving him a taste of real insults. But you kept your cool and stayed calm.

“Jean, call the designer to the palace. The Princess will need tons of clothing. Don’t mind the price,
just grab whatever she needs.”

His words shocked you, “Your Highness–”

“Don’t worry. It’s necessary for you to be well presented. After all, should you bring disgrace to
the royal family, my reputation will be tarnished as well. Keep that in mind, Princess.”

You gulped nervously. You weren’t sure if he was angry because of the earlier incidents or
because he was ashamed of your appearance at the moment.

And that, made you feel a little sad.

You bit your lower lips lightly.

Who would’ve thought trying on dresses and clothes could tire you down?

You never knew Marie and Rose were very particular when it comes to fashion and you wanted
nothing more than to collapse on your favourite bed back home after that hellish experience.

Wait, you didn’t have that bed anymore.

You eyed your double Queen sized bed, painted with soft coral coloured sheets and fluffy
comforter.

You then observed around the room and realised the arrangement of furniture seemed a bit familiar
with your own bedroom in Western Empire. Coincidently, the room was filled with your favourite
colours as well.

Is it a trend nowadays? What a crazy coincidence!

You decided to shrug it off and lay down on your bed, finally having the time to rest.

Jean informed you that your classes will start tomorrow so he recommended you to rest for the day.

A sigh of relief escaped your mouth. The feeling of the comforter under your skin made you close
your eyes in content.

But, before you could enjoy the comfortable silence for another second, your bedroom door was
knocked by Rose, “Your Highness, Prince Mammon is here to see you.”

You frowned.

'What is up with the world and their unwillingness to let me rest?’

After changing to a newly bought outdoor dress, you met with Mammon who was waiting patiently
for you in your waiting room.

As soon as he saw you, he stood up and said, “Forgive me for taking your time, Princess, but I
thought you might like some tour around the palace.”

You were surprised by the sudden formality, but then you realised they were maids and attendants
everywhere.

“Forgive me for being a burden to you, Your Highness,” you said, playing along.

“Nonsense. You are now my sister and I shall treat you the same as my own family,” Mammon
smiled, glad you caught his message.

He extended his arms and you put your right hand around his arm.
He showed you the library, the dining hall, the meeting hall, the audience hall, the ballroom and
even to the training ground.

“Here’s the garden. I’m sure you’ll love seeing all these flowers planted by the gardeners. You can
come here anytime you want as this is your private place. Lucifer had restricted us from coming in
and out of here without permission,” he explained.

Mammon looked back over his shoulder to see that there were no more knights and maids
following, “Finally! They’re so persistent till the point that I’m annoyed!”

You gave a smile towards Mammon. It must be exhausting to keep your manners in check all the
time.

“Tell ya what, sis, you’re one brave woman. I ain’t seen no one stand up against Lucifer like that
before!”

You were speechless, “Wait, that’s a good thing…? I thought I was being rude earlier.”

“Nah, we don’t really care 'bout that. Well… we do actually, but you’re married to him, right? So
you’re basically family now. Families don’t hafta be so formal all the time.”

“But, Jean was there too…?”

“Jean? Well, he once nagged us all 'bout our attitude but I guess he couldn’t care less now. Since
he knew we won’t act that way in front of others,” Mammon shrugged.

'Really?’ You thought back to the incident in the cafe a week ago.

But your thoughts were interrupted by other voices calling out to you both.

The brothers were gathered up for some reason and they decided to approach you and Mammon.

“We didn’t really have time to talk just now. I’m so glad I can talk to you now~” Asmo excitedly
exclaimed.

“You’re really something to be rejecting Lucifer like that,” Levi added.

“Hey, do you like horses? I can teach you how to ride one later,” Belphie gave you a smile.

“Do you perhaps enjoy any literature? We can read one together if you like,” Satan said.

“What do you think we should have for tea time? Do you like strawberry tea or just regular tea?”
Beel asked.

The sudden appearance of six handsome princes hovering over you, asking questions and closing in
on your personal space made you flustered.

You’re fine with men but they’re all princes with each unique presence and they’re getting awfully
close. You even let go of Mammon’s arm to back away from the bunch.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your waist and a force, pulling you backwards. Your head was now
against someone’s chest and the nice cologne this person was using filled up your nostrils.

You were shocked at the sudden closeness but before you could protest, he said, “You lot need to
remember your boundaries. You’re scaring her.”
 You looked up to see Lucifer, giving a stern look towards his brother. His touch on you was light
and he gave you a quick glance before removing his hand from your waist.

“I expect you had finished your observation on the situation at the border by now, so send in your
reports to my table. Now.”

The brothers complained before dragging their feet away to their respective study rooms.

You were slightly impressed with their obedience.

“Are you okay?” Lucifer was now giving you space.

You nodded and bowed slightly as thanks for saving you.

You couldn’t read his facial expression at all. He didn’t seem angry but he’s not actually smiling or
at ease either.

This man only gave you more confusion. One moment he’s angry at you and the next, he saves
you?

After a few seconds of awkward silence, he asked, “Would you care to have dinner with me
tonight, Princess?”

'Dinner?’

Feeling guilty for acting rude and making him the centre of a joke to his brothers, you accepted his
invitation; thinking it might give a chance for you to apologise later.

You didn’t really think it was that big of favour but a gentle smile was quickly drawn on Lucifer’s
lips.

“Then, I shall see you tonight, Princess.” He took your hand and lightly placed a kiss on top of it
before retreating back to his study room.

You were left there, alone and confused.

Chapter End Notes

*smacks Lucifer with multiple uwus

Also, I updated Leviathan-sama's Crash Course for more explanation in this chapter.
Thank you for reading!
 Chapter 4 : The Flaws
Chapter Notes

Fluff at the beginning and a bit angsty towards the end. Enjoy reading! (And thank
you so much for the support! <3)

TW: Mention of blood

See the end of the chapter for more notes

The dinner was okay. You thought it’d be awkward because of the exchange earlier during the day
but it was normal.

Except for a fact that you didn’t know what fork to use for this salad.

There were a lot of forks with different sizes on your left-hand side and you only stared at them
with a frown.

“Why aren’t you eating?” Lucifer asked.

You didn’t reply immediately but Lucifer could put two and two together, “Just grab any fork, your
actions will be excused for today.”

Hearing that didn’t exactly put you at ease because it only means that he’s expecting so much from
you after today.

You gulped and took a fork placed nearest to your plate. Then, you heard Lucifer chuckle lightly,
“Correct answer.”

‘Is this a test?’

“Your Highness, please do not make fun of me. I live in a place where every fork is similar and
used for any occasion.” You frowned a bit, showing your protest.

Lucifer only chuckled behind his glass of champagne, clearly enjoying his teasing.

You didn’t really care about the forks or spoons or knives or anything else after that. You just
wanted to savour the dinner.

Considering you didn’t usually have the time to eat proper meals when you’re still working, the
meals served at the palace made you want to cry a river and thanked your mother for giving birth to
you.

“Is the dinner to your liking?”

“Yes, it was delicious.” You smiled, putting another small cut of the smoked fish in your mouth
before chewing slowly.

What you didn’t notice was the gentle smile on Lucifer’s face as he stared at you while sipping yet
another glass of champagne.
“We should visit my father tomorrow,” he stated, after a long silence between you two.

Well, it was about time anyway. Lucifer is to ascend the throne should the King pass away. It was
logical for him to introduce his wife to his father. After all, you were going to be one of the rulers
in this country.

“Okay.” You nodded before adding, “Your Highness, I’m sorry for my actions this morning. I was
too shocked and not in my rational mind. I hope you don’t take it to heart…”

He seemed to be thinking long before replying, “No offence taken. But as a return, can we make
this a daily thing?”

“Hmm?”

“The dinner, I mean.”

'He wants to have dinner together every day?’

“I don’t mind.” You shrugged.

“Excellent,” he said, before giving you another killer smile.

You felt your heart squeezed a bit but decided to push the feeling at the back of your head and
enjoy the dinner instead.

You’ve never been nagged by anyone ever since you moved out from your parents’ house. But
this–

“Stand up straight, look to your front, don’t walk too fast or too slow, maintain your posture!”

–this is just another level of torture.

Let’s just say, by the end of the day, you’re really exhausted. You had to catch up with a lot of
lessons until you forgot your promise to meet the King with Lucifer.

“Your Highness, His Highness the Crown Prince is here,” Marie said, making you look up from
your history book.

“Huh?”

“Unbelievable. You forgot your promise with me?” Lucifer leaned by the door and crossed his
arms, looking displeased.

You gasped, finally remembering, “I’m so sorry! I’ll go get ready now!”

You got up from your seat and rushed to your bedroom with Marie following through to help you
get dressed.

Being a lady in a royalty setting is hard. Why?

When you go out, even to the garden, you have to wear your outdoor dress.

When you want to meet someone, even in the comfort of your own home, you have to change your
dress.
When you’re sitting alone in your own room, you have a specific dress for that.

You got changed, with the help of Marie, to a simple dress design with mild colour.

When visiting a King—an ill one at that—you have to dress neatly but with a simple version and
colour. Radiant and exquisite dresses were saved only for particular events and celebrations.

After getting ready, you hooked your hand on Lucifer’s arm before he lead you to another section
of the palace.

The walk there was nerve-wracking, so your grip on Lucifer’s arm tightened as a form of finding
comfort in his cool demeanour. He didn’t say a word; only putting his gloved hand on top of yours
without glancing at you.

“Your Majesty, the Crown Prince and Princess are here to visit you,” you heard an attendant say
inside the room.

Not long after, the attendant let you both in before exiting the room and closing the door behind
him for privacy.

The King was sitting upright on his bed, looking pale and tired, but he greeted you with a smile
nonetheless. He also asked about your condition.

You paid your respect and curtsied deeply before replying to his questions. You felt your sympathy
towards the King intensified as his eyes told you the story of many years of life experiences.

“Son, make sure the Princess is taken good care of.”

“Worry not, Father. I will make sure she’s comfortable living here,” Lucifer replied.

“Come here, my child,” he called out to you.

You approached him and sat beside his bed.

“I learnt that you’re brought here under sudden orders. I deeply apologise for that. I’m sure you’re
really confused and find it hard to adapt, especially with my son’s arrogant attitude. But I assure
you, you can find the best qualities in him. Please be patient with him and I wish you two good
luck. Lead this Kingdom and never forget to listen to the people’s sufferings and joy. They are
your responsibilities and you are here to lead them. Lead them to happiness. Lead them to peace.
I’m sure you can do a great job, you both.”

Hearing this made you feel like tearing up. You found nothing but a love of a father to his son; and
also love of a ruler to his people.

“Your Majesty, thank you… I’ll try my best to assist His Highness. You should rest more. I’ll
definitely pray for your health.”

“You are a good child, Crown Princess,” he smiled.

You both decided to leave shortly after, letting the King rest.

You felt more pressured to catch up with your lessons and get yourself to everyone’s standard.

You silently vowed that you’d do your best. You remembered that the moment you decided to
move to this palace, you would have to carry the huge responsibilities of the citizens on your
shoulder.
Lucifer, on the other hand, didn’t say anything on the way back. His expression was unreadable,
still, but you couldn’t help and worry about him.

If you’re already feeling the pressure, what would that make him? He’s been handling the
country’s affair for a year now and seeing his father’s condition worsen did nothing to ease his
nerves.

You didn’t know what to do, or how to comfort him, so you decided to keep quiet and do your best
in your studies instead.

Okay, you’re one to push yourself hard to succeed–

“This one is wrong. This too. This fact is wrong, check your work,” Lucifer pointed to your
answers.

–but not this hard.

“Your Highness, I need to focus. With you coming here all the time, it makes me feel nervous.
And thus, I feel more stressed than I usually am. Can you please leave before I kicked you out of
this room?” is what you would like to say, but you didn’t.

Because he didn’t seem to have a good day today.

Or yesterday.

Or the day before that.

He’s been like this and pressuring you for perfection ever since the day you two visited the King.

You’re not sure what’s going on inside his head but forcing you like this won’t do you good. Both
you and him.

“Your Highness, I need more time to study this material. You’ve only given me this book
yesterday. You cannot possibly think that I have it memorised by now,” you finally said, being as
polite as you could.

“Yesterday? I could finish and memorise the same book after half a day. You should do better,
Princess.”

His words only made your blood boil.

Luckily, Rose informed you that your teacher for etiquette class had just arrived, so you got up
from your seat and got ready for the next lesson.

Anything is better than being scolded all the time by this prickly Crown Prince.

“I’ve told you this many times! This right here is wrong. And check your spelling! Don’t you think
it’s shameful to have the Queen misspelt your name and title in official letters? Listen to me,
Princess!”

You bit your lower lip, hoping that the tears forming in your eyes didn’t fall down to your cheeks
just yet.

“You should not slack off! It’s been two weeks and your progress is really slow.” You could hear
the disappointment in his voice.

'Calm down. It’s okay, don’t cry. It’ll only make things worse.’

'No, it’s not okay!’

'At least hold it in until he leaves the room!’

Your bit your lips harder and gripped on your dress tightly to control your breathing.

“Do you really think you have what it takes to be the Queen?!”

Snap!

“Who said I want to be one?! I never wanted this! I’m not a noble, Lucifer! I wasn’t born with this!
I’m not suited for this! I’m only a commoner! I never needed to know who is that or who is this,
what they do, what’s their role. And this isn’t even my home country! I’m not from here!”

You didn’t bother to stop your tears anymore.

“If you really want your queen to be perfect, why don’t you just find a noble who’s certainly
more suited for this!”

The grip on your dress was enough to wrinkle them and the bite on your lower lip was close to
cause them to bleed.

You probably looked like a mess right now but you didn’t care.

You didn’t care anymore.

All you wanted to do was to go back home.

Back to your home country.

Back to your tiny home.

Visit your family and eat your mother’s home-cooked meal.

Hang out with your friends like you used to.

Sleep in, enjoying the weekend before working endlessly the next day.

And have your freedom again.

Your heart clenched itself inside your chest.

You have had enough. So you went out running from your study room, almost knocking into
somebody by the door.

Without apologising, you just kept running.

Away from your study; away from your problems; away from your maids; away from
anyone; away from Lucifer.

“Belphie, is it okay if I invite MC along? I haven’t seen them since last week. I’m worried actually.
She was holed up in her study lately. Do you think she’ll like it if we invite her out to town?” Beel
asked his twin, who nodded and agreed.

The twins were already at your study room when the fight broke out. Belphie’s hand, who was
about to knock on the door, hovered in the air; equally shocked at your words.

When they heard footsteps running in their direction and the door swung open, they saw you
running away from the source of your problem.

“Beel.”

“I’m on it.” Beel went running after you.

Belphie sighed deeply before turning his attention to his eldest brother. As usual, Lucifer remained
calm even though his eyes clearly depicted his true emotion.

“What is wrong with you? Why are you pressuring her so much?” Belphie frowned as he stepped
inside the study to confront Lucifer.

“You don’t understand.”

As usual, his reply was cold and harsh. Lucifer turned his back against his brother and decided to
walk away.

“I know you’re doing this to protect her but you’re going too far! She’s new to this, give her some
time. And start holding yourself accountable for your actions! If you keep being an asshole like
this, you’re only pushing her away from you!”

Lucifer didn’t stop walking.

“Why are you so adamant on solving shits your own way? We’re all here, Lucifer! Open your
eyes!”

But as usual, Lucifer refused to listen. He retreated back to his study, leaving Belphie with his rage
slowly consuming his whole being.

'Don’t cry. Be strong, you got this’

You took a deep breath, pausing for a few seconds before exhaling, repeating the process a few
times to die down your sobs.

You were sitting on a bench in the garden; a bit secluded from the centre of the garden after you
shooed Marie and your knights off, wanting some privacy.

Your hands were trembling so you clasped them together and continued your breathing exercise.

Then, you heard another voice behind you, “MC?”

You quickly wiped your tears using the back of your hands, inhaled deeply and gave yourself a
smile before turning and greeting him back, “Yes, Beelzebub?”

“You can call me Beel. May I sit here?”

“Sure. Please do.”

“MC, I’m so sorry about Lucifer…”

At the name of him, you felt yourself tearing up again. You bit your lower lip to stop the tears from
flowing and Beel took notice of that.

He waved his knights away and turned his attention to you, “It’s okay, MC. You can cry.”

But you shook your head, now bringing your hands to your mouth to stop yourself from sobbing.
Beel gently took your hands away, giving your hands a gentle squeeze while he’s at it.

You couldn’t control yourself any longer so you let it all out, never caring who heard you.

Beel slowly wrapped his arms around your back and the back of your head, gently patting your
hair. He let you use his chest to muffle your cries and gave all his attention to you.

The grip on his gloved fist tightened as he closed the curtain of the window facing the garden
harshly. He didn’t know what had gotten into him but his emotions were really all over the place.

This isn’t like him.

The Lucifer we all know and love will always keep his emotion in check. And certainly not the
type to waver when someone breaks down because of him.

Yet, why did his chest hurt so much after seeing you cry?

And why did he feel so angry at himself for making you turn your back against him?

Lucifer released a heavy sigh, a one mixed with regret and relief. He was glad Beel was there to
comfort you when he couldn’t.

He then looked down to the piles of paperwork on his desk and frowned. His workload didn’t
reduce because he’s been using a lot of his time coming to your study room lately.

'What am I doing?’

“Jean.”

“Yes, Your Highness?”

“Cancel all her classes for the day.”

“As you wish, Your Highness.” Jean bowed before exiting the room to perform his task obediently,
never muttering any words on the scene he witnessed for the first time in his life.

Lucifer took another glance down to the garden where Belphie also came into the scene,
comforting you from your cries.

He swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth and reminisced on your and Belphie’s words.

'No, they don’t understand.’

Following Beel and Belphie’s advice, you decided to rest for the day.

Rose helped you change your dress and you specifically reminded her not to let anyone in. Not
 even to her or Marie.

You just wanted to be alone for a bit.

Rose obeyed and you were left alone, arranging your thoughts and miserably missing home.

“Your Highness, Her Highness informed me that she will have to refuse to meet you for dinner
tonight as she is feeling unwell,” Jean informed.

'Is that so?’ Lucifer only managed to smirk.

“Alright, you can go,” Lucifer waved his butler away and sipped on a glass of red wine, looking
front to your empty seat.

His heart throbbed in pain and longing.

Chapter End Notes

Me, when I’m writing this: You know there’s a thing called communication, right?
COMMUNICATE WITH EACH OTHER! MY GOODNESS!

(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
 Chapter 5 : Mending the Bond
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

You’re not one to hold grudges against someone and you believed every conflict has two sides.

You spent a long time thinking hard about Lucifer’s action.

Sure, Lucifer can be unpredictable at times but he’s not that ruthless.

Or maybe he is, and you’re just not aware of it; then it will a different story to be told in another
day.

He's treated you gently but strictly on your first day. And the smiles he gave during the first dinner
were still etched in your mind.

However, that all changed soon after the visit with the King.

Is something bothering him?

Sighing heavily, you rolled yourself off the bed and pulled the call rope for the first time after a
whole day of not calling Marie and Rose into your room.

The space your maids gave you had cleared your head up. You still couldn’t fathom the reason
behind Lucifer’s sudden change of behaviour but it did give you a new resolve.

To prove that arrogant jerk wrong!

You got ready for the day and was about to walk into your study when Jean appeared, giving you a
message from Lucifer himself.

‘I guess we do need to talk.’

You took a seat in front of Lucifer with a straight face. You hoped he’d take it as you still being
angry at him; though honestly, you’re more curious than angry at the moment.

Curious about his next actions.

Curious about his hot and cold demeanour.

And also curious about that dark circles under his eyes.

“Thank you for coming, Princess… I know… you’re still infuriated with me… because of
yesterday… but I really… appreciate your presence here today.”

Even his voice sounded different.

“Your Highness? Are you okay?” You tried leaning closer to him but he wobbled to his side,
distancing himself from you.

'Is he… drunk? At such early time in the morning?’

Witnessing Lucifer almost whining and warning you not to touch him, you quickly stood up from
your seat and gave an order, “Leave this room.”

You almost shocked yourself from hearing the intense amount of authority the order signalled
because the knights and maids were gone within a second. You took a deep breath to control the
newfound sensation you’re feeling and sat beside Lucifer.

You were now alone with him in his waiting room and the Prince was still whimpering and
whining. He curled himself into a ball and turned his back against you.

You placed your hand on his back and asked, “Your Highness, can you tell me what’s wrong?
Why are you drinking until you’re this drunk? Did you not sleep last night?”

He didn’t answer, but instead, he whined quietly, “Can you not call me that?”

“Call you what?”

“Your Highness this! Your Highness that! I have a name too!”

“Your Highness–”

“Lucifer! Call me Lucifer… Please…” Lucifer turned in your direction and tried leaning closer to
you.

You panicked from the sudden closeness but there’s really nowhere to go. So you grabbed ahold of
his shoulders and forced him to stay upright.

“Are you still mad at me, MC?” Lucifer pouted a little.

Okay, this is actually the first time you heard him say your name.

Your cheeks flushed a little from the realisation when he continued, “You know, I never meant to
make you feel that way.”

He had your full attention now.

“I never meant to make you feel small or incompetent. I was just…”

Scared.

Is what his eyes were telling you but he didn’t mutter it out loud.

“I’m scared you’ll feel like you didn’t deserve this title. Nobles and aristocrats can be very
xenophobic. They don’t like commoners. I’m scared they’ll dislike you. And insult you when I’m
not around. And make you feel small…”

You felt your heart clenched at his statement.

“Seeing my father grew weaker every day reminds me that I’m a day closer to ascending the throne
and a day closer to exposing you to them.” Lucifer grabbed your hand from his shoulder, brought it
to his lips before kissing it and squeezing it gently.

The touch of his bare hand without the usual black leather glove he wore filled your whole being
with warmth.

His face was now flushing. From the alcohol or from his feeling? No one really knows.
“I want you to know that you deserve this seat. You deserve to be here, with me. So please…
please don’t say you prefer other nobles to take these responsibilities.”

You wanted to hug him and hold him close upon hearing those words.

“And please don’t say that you regret marrying me…”

'I never said that…?’ Maybe you’re too awed by this new side to even realise you’re talking to a
drunk man.

“Lucifer, let’s get you to bed. You need to rest.”

You stood up, grabbed his hand and tried leading him to his bedroom but Lucifer stopped you by
tugging lightly on your arm.

“Are you divorcing me?” He looked like a kicked puppy.

Cue a blushing MC.

'Are we even married in the first place?! How is it logical that a child plaything is considered
legit in this country!’

“Lucifer,” you sat back down and cupped his cheek gently, “I’m not leaving you. Don’t worry.”
You smiled with hints of blushes still colouring your cheek.

Maybe the best way to coax him to rest is by playing along.

“Thank you, my Love.” He leaned to your touch and smiled too.

When you finally got him to sleep, you exited his personal chamber. The look on your face was
unreadable. Too many things were going on inside your head.

'Why was Lucifer so drunk?’

Because he was thinking about you.

'Why was he thinking about me?’

Because he cared about you.

'Now the narrator is just messing me.’

I’m gonna pretend we didn’t just break the fourth wall.

Moving on, the fact that Lucifer said those words to you meant he was prepping you on the harsh
reality of political life among nobles and aristocrats. Yet, one thing remained in your mind.

'Why exactly am I needed in this country? Or more importantly, in this seat?’

You made up your mind to ask Lucifer about this when he sobered up during dinner that night.
Now, the one thing he needed the most was to get some sleep.

You left the waiting room, finding Jean standing obediently outside the door. He bowed to you.
“Did His Highness really not sleep last night?”

“Unfortunately yes, Your Highness. I tried my best to confiscate His Highness’s wine but he had
another secret stash to which I’m not aware. It is entirely my fault, Your Highness,” Jean said
while still bowing.

“At ease, Jean.”

At your words, Jean stood straight.

“It’s okay. Things happened and it’s not entirely your fault. You tried your best to stop His
Highness,” you said, giving a small smile to the loyal butler.

Thinking about the current situation, you asked him again, “Jean, can you lead me to Prince
Mammon’s room please?”

“Most definitely, Your Highness.”

Lucifer woke up in the evening with a throbbing headache. He sat up and hissed at the pain before
pulling the call rope.

“Your Highness, should I call the royal physician to come and check you?” Jean came into the
room right after.

“No need. Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Her Highness specifically said to let you rest.”

'MC?’

And then it hit him.

All those embarrassing things he did and said to you came crashing down upon him. Lucifer was
internally screaming at his own memories when he remembered the true cause of it all.

“Your Highness, Her Highness is here to talk to you,” Jean said as he kept his glaring to Lucifer’s
drunken figure at minimum.

“She’s here? She wants to talk to me?”

“Yes, Your Highness. Her Highness the Crown Princess is waiting for you in your waiting room,”
Jean gave a small smile to his Master.

“Jean! How dare you!” Lucifer ignored the pain in his head and gave a glare to his butler.

“I figured the only person that can get through you is Her Highness. Considering you don’t even
care whenever I nor the Princes told you to rest and lay off the alcohol,” Jean said, smiling a bit.

Lucifer knew that smile all too well.

It wasn’t a 'I’m sorry for my mistake, Master’ smile, it was more of a 'I will make you suffer’
smile.

This butler of his was really sly and cunning, yet it was one of the reasons why Lucifer trusted him
so much.

“Now then, Your Highness, I suppose you’ll be telling me about the whereabouts of your secret
stash?”

Lucifer groaned, having lost time and time again from Jean’s clever scheme.

It was known to Lucifer that Mammon took over for the hearing of the citizens’ complaints and
worries in the audience hall for that day. Mammon even documented every detail that needed to be
looked through.

Although his handwriting gave Lucifer another headache, he was thankful for Mammon’s help.

“Anytime! Though, maybe ya might wanna give me somethin’ in return? Hmm?” Mammon
wiggled his eyebrows teasingly.

Lucifer sighed, “Take this.” Lucifer tossed the keys to his secret room to Mammon.

It was the only place where he found his solace, unwind and just forget about his daily stress—and
possibly hide from Jean for a while.

Mammon found Lucifer’s secret room while he was snooping around the library. Although it was
locked, Mammon knew it was Lucifer’s place because of the personal emblem on the secret door,
so he sneaked into his bedroom one day to find the key; only to get caught by Lucifer himself.

So once in a while, Mammon made a deal with the eldest brother to use the secret room for a
while. It’s mainly due to him running away from his own personal butler.

This family really loves to run away from their attendants, huh?

“Ya know, you should apologise to her. Ya caused so much trouble for her today. And I heard you
both fought yesterday? Not cool, Lucifer.” Mammon shrugged, already walking away from the
room to avoid hearing Lucifer nag or throw anything his hand could grab at his way.

For once, he let Mammon’s advice sink deep into his mind.

“Are you done eating?”

You looked up from your plate to see Lucifer staring intently towards you. You tried to hide your
nervousness and nodded.

The dinner that day was awkward. Really awkward.

Both of you had so much to say yet no one actually opened their mouth for a trivial chit-chat. You
just sat there and ate dinner like everything was normal.

Jean and Marie also felt the tension in the air but paid it no mind. They could only wish silently for
their masters to address the issue without any further dispute.

“Will you come with me?” Lucifer stood up from his chair, walked over to your side and extended
his hand. You took it and followed his lead.
The grip on your hand was light but the warmth emitted by his touch made you flustered. His
words from this morning made you more nervous and self-conscious.

Lucifer brought you back to his waiting room, where all the chaos happened in the first place.

No, it first happened in your study but Lucifer didn’t want to step inside your study without your
permission anymore.

After ordering the maids to brew some tea, he looked over to you and started, “I’m sorry for my
actions this morning. It was very unprofessional on my side. I also apologise for whatever words I
spoke to you when I’m not in a sane mind. I hope you don’t get offended by anything that I said.”

You smiled, “Nothing you said made me feel offended, so rest easy Your Highness. But I do want
to ask you about something. I hope you’re being honest with me about this.”

The tone you used to say the last line made Lucifer slightly nervous.

“Are you perhaps hiding something from me?”

Your words made Lucifer’s eyebrow raise. He tried his best to hide the smirk that was slowly
drawing from his face.

The Princess is finally learning.

He knew you’re smart but he’s not aware you’re capable of this.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Princess.”

“I know you understand what I mean.”

Being the Crown Prince means he’d have to mask his reactions well so to be able to read behind
his mask is a true talent.

“I’m not asking you to bare your master plan out cold in front of me, but I do hope you shared your
worries and plan,” you said.

You looked at Lucifer straight in the eyes and continued, “Maybe you can’t trust me as your
partner just yet, but we are friends, right? At least, that’s what I hope we still are.”

“Let’s be friends, Lucifer!” you grinned widely.

He was finally smiling before slowly nodding and taking your hand.

Lucifer was speechless.

'My Love…’

Exhaling deeply and trying his best to ignore the fact that his heart was skipping a beat, he
analysed the words you uttered just now.

Hearing your statements made him well aware of how powerful you could really be and it gave
him so much joy.
Maybe you are ready to be a Queen.

“Nothing to be worried about, Princess. I assure you I’m not doing anything dangerous.” Lucifer
smiled.

You weren’t convinced with his answers so you frowned.

Lucifer brought his hand closer to your face and massaged your temple, easing the frown before
softly patting your head.

It was actually a gesture of affection but it made you realise you’re climbing the walls that he’s not
ready to share yet.

So you respected his decision and said, “Alright, I understand. But do know that I’m always here
for you. We may not be in the same mind sometimes, but I assure you that I want nothing but to
support you. So please don’t hide from us. From me.”

Lucifer gave you another gentle smile.

“Okay, I think it’s time to share with you what my next plan is,” Lucifer said before waving at the
maids to give you two some privacy.

You didn’t go back to your room immediately after the meeting with Lucifer. You went to the
palace library instead to check on the archives.

A specific topic came into your mind as you browsed through the videos kept in the archive’s
recording.

But before you could act any further, a voice called out to you. You turned around and saw Satan
asking about the purpose of your presence in the library at such a late time in the night.

You explained it briefly and he understood. He showed you the archives that you mentioned in one
of the computers and grabbed a seat for you to sit beside him.

He clicked on the desired folder and you two watched the recording together.

Everything was filled with whites. White pigeons, white flowers, white chairs and most
importantly, the white wedding arc that stood firmly on both the entrance and up the stage.

You were watching the recording of the royal wedding ceremony from 59 years ago. The specific
thing that you’re searching for was actually the custom ceremony that must be performed by the
bride marrying into the family.

You witnessed the former King and Queen arriving to the scene and giving their blessing to the
couple. It was followed by joyful cheers from the citizens outside the chapel and soon after, the
bride had to perform a dance in front of the audience.

The recording made you smile a little as you reminisced Lucifer’s word back then.

“We need to hold an official wedding ceremony. It’s time to introduce you to the public so I hope
you can make the necessary preparations. Especially for your dance lesson.”

No wonder Lucifer stressed you on that dancing lesson.

Satan must have noticed the smile on your smile so he asked, “So when’s the ceremony?”
 “Ceremony? What ceremony?” You feigned ignorance.

“You need to work on your lying skills. Besides, it’s obvious. This recording, that smile, and it’s
also the perfect time to announce it. So tell me, when is it?”

“Three weeks from now.”

“Well, you don’t really have any time left. You should really prepare your mind and soul. Once the
public knows about your existence, your real duty as a Princess starts,” Satan advised.

“Also, you’re going to be really annoyed by your maids during these next few days but keep in
mind that they’re only doing the best for you. So don’t you run away from them like what Lucifer
occasionally do.”

You laughed at his statements.

“And now that the recording is ending, you should probably go to sleep,” Satan said while he
clicked on the X button on the video player in the computer and proceeded to switch it off.

“Eh? but I wanna look on more recordings!”

Satan chuckled, “Princess.”

He leaned closer to you and smirked, “Did you perhaps forget where we are? We’re in a closed
room, with no one else around but you and me. What do you think comes to mind if anyone were
to see us together? Alone, and sitting close like this? Hmm?”

You lightly shoved his face away and said, “Yeah, you’re right. It’s not good for my reputation nor
Lucifer’s.” A peal of small laughter escaped you as you stood up and were ready to leave the
library.

You glanced back over your shoulder and smiled, “Thanks Satan.”

“You’re welcome, MC. Go to bed or your maids will nag you endlessly tomorrow.” Satan smiled
back.

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 Chapter 6 : Anything For You
Chapter Notes

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embarrassment. Proceed with caution.

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You woke up earlier than usual the next day. You showered and dressed up on your own, feeling a
bit better now and more motivated to learn.

By the time Marie and Rose came into your room to wake you up, they were met with a neat,
empty room.

The bed was made, the curtains were open and there was no sign of you in the room. They both
panicked, fearing that something bad had happened to you.

Only to see you already in your study, working hard.

“Your Highness, please call us should you feel like waking up early again. It’s our job to attend to
you,” Marie scolded you after pouring you a cup of tea.

“I’m sorry. I was afraid you’re all still resting. After all, it’s still early.”

“Your Highness, should the others know that our Master wakes up earlier than us, we’ll be
punished. Besides, we are already up during that time, so please do not hesitate to call us for help,”
Rose added.

You nodded and smiled.

These two had been helping you with adapting to royalty life from the start and you were really
grateful for their help. They filled you in on the information that your teachers didn’t tell you. They
even gave advice on things that you’re not familiar with.

Now, you’re more familiar with how nobles think and do.

“However, I do need to advise you on your sleeping schedule. We don’t mind if you want to wake
up early should you feel the need to study but please go to bed early. You have been staying up late
because you want to study and it is not good for your skin, Your Highness.”

“Marie is right, Your Highness. I also heard from His Highness that there will be a wedding
ceremony in three weeks? Therefore, we will monitor your diet until then.”

“Yes, Your Highness. And we will also monitor your condition and prepare well for your wedding
dress.”

“You also need to take care of your skin and your hair. And also—”
So this is what Satan meant yesterday…

By the time Marie and Rose finished explaining about the things you need to do and monitor, you
could only blink blankly.

“I hope you don’t run away from us, Your Highness.” Rose smiled.

Is it just me or did her smile give off some strange vibes just now?

“You look elated today. Something good happened?” Lucifer put down his cutlery and focused
solely on you.

Your smiles were radiating throughout the room during the whole dinner time and it cheered
Lucifer up from his stressful day. So he couldn’t help but feel curious about your unusual bubbly
self.

A Queen should be calm and composed all the time; never wavering or showing any emotions
when she’s exposed to new things or feeling discomfort from anything.

Your open book behaviour was probably not what the old Lucifer would want. But he had decided
to throw that excessive ideal of his away and savour these moments with you.

After all, you’re his wife first, before you are the future Queen.

And having his wife being the exact opposite of him wasn’t something terrible after all. It’s nice to
spend time with you after a full day of never-ending paperwork, field trips and constant issues to be
solved in the country.

“I learnt how to do embroidery today. It was fun!”

Lucifer smiled, glad that you seemed to be enjoying the lessons, at least. He heard from Madam
Leela—your etiquette teacher—that you made tremendous progress these past few days. You’ve
also kept up with the other lessons and are now progressing further into the syllabus.

Maybe pressuring you wasn’t the best choice to take. And Lucifer learnt it the hard way.

“Is that so? I hope you don’t prick your fingers when you practise embroidering.” Lucifer reached
out to grab your left hand and rubbed your fingertips softly.

He eyed your ring finger, empty and bare of no jewellery at the moment before letting out a small
smile. The images of seeing a shiny ring on it after the ceremony filled him with joy.

Lucifer was too caught up in his imagination to even realise he had intertwined his fingers to yours,
causing you to be completely frozen by his action. Even Jean and Marie were trying their best not
to let their mouth agape from witnessing a new side of the Crown Prince.

“Your-Your Highness…” You were blushing profusely.

Upon hearing himself being called, he focused back to reality and realised what he had done.

Lucifer let go of your hand, retracted his own hand from the table and cleared his throat before
saying, “Apologies for my indecency, Princess.”

Now, he’s blushing.

And now Jean and Marie were also slowly blushing from the second-hand embarrassment.

Oh my God! Someone stop this! Please! This is so embarrassing!

Similar to the narrator, you were still blushing profusely from Lucifer’s actions. Marie had helped
you change into your nightwear without mentioning the incident in the dining hall during dinner.

“Sleep well, Your Highness. You have a very busy day tomorrow. The royal designer, as well as
the jeweller, is coming to get your measurements. And you also need to polish your dancing skills
with Madam Leela tomorrow,” Marie reminded you.

You thanked her for the reminder and lay down on your massive bed, trying to calm your pounding
heart. You tossed and turned, trying really hard to fall asleep but failed miserably.

The light touches as he massaged your fingertips.

The way he traced your ring finger.

The way he squeezed his own fingers in between yours.

The warmth from his hand.

You immediately sat up, wanting to scream and throw your pillows at the wall—or more
accurately, at the images of Lucifer you see when you look at the wall.

‘I’m crazy! I’m going crazy!’

Sure enough, Rose and Marie nagged you about sleeping late, yet again, the next day, “Your
Highness, this is an important time for you! Please ditch your studies for a while and sleep early.”

In truth, you weren’t actually studying last night. You were far too distracted to calm down and
sleep so you decided to embroider a handkerchief.

You weren’t sure if Lucifer actually wears a handkerchief but you decided to just go with it
anyway.

Yes, you were embroidering a handkerchief with Lucifer in mind.

At first, it was to show off how good you’ve become after hours and hours of practice but after the
incident last week, you decided you want to give him something as a gift.

Madam Leela had shown you how to embroider emblems from the Houses in the country.
According to her, in the past, women would show their embroidery skills to their potential suitors
as one of their many qualities to be married into the family. If the embroidery is neat and lovely,
the higher the chances of them being chosen as the partner.

Nowadays, it’s more of a hobby and doesn't hold any hidden meanings. Though it wasn’t a crucial
thing to learn at such times where everything needs to be learned in a short amount of time, you
were grateful to Lucifer for giving you the chance to learn this skill.

He could definitely cut it from the syllabus, but he didn’t. And because of that, you’re going to
show him your appreciation by embroidering the Royal family’s emblem.

Since you wanted this to be a surprise, you didn’t say anything to your maids, in fear that they
might spill the news to Jean and eventually let it travel to Lucifer.

“That’s brilliant, Your Highness. Your movements are sharper now. You’re doing really well.”
Madam Leela squeezed your hand with a smile on her face.

“I can’t wait to see you in your wedding dress! The public will surely love you, Your Highness.”
Madam Leela clasped her hands together and brought them close to her chest. Her eyes were filled
with nothing but adoration towards the Princess.

Who would’ve thought after learning from her for almost a month, you would’ve gained a new
mother figure.

Though she was strict, she showed true patience and care when she was teaching. Madam Leela
became one of the few people that you confided in and you’re glad she’s proud of your progress.

“This is my last lesson with you. You’ve grown into a true Lady”

“Madam, I couldn’t have done it without you..please don’t cry… I’m tearing up as well…”

“Your Highness, you have every quality to be a ruler. Please don’t forget that. I will support you
my whole life and you shall have my loyalty,” she gave you a smile before you wrapped your arms
around her, hugging her close.

“Thank you for everything, Madam. I will always remember you. And please feel free to visit me
again. You are not just my teacher, but also like my mother. I’d love to keep in touch with you after
this.”

Madam Leela gave you one last smile before wishing you all the best for your future endeavours.

Watching her back turned against you made you reminisce about the journey you’ve been through
to get through today. You left your family, your home country and your comfort zone to be a
princess in the neighbouring country.

It seemed crazy to believe but you’re still here after all the things that happened to you.

But it didn’t change the fact that you have been missing your family so much. You couldn’t really
keep in touch with them all the time as it’s still not safe to communicate before the public
announcement. You could only call them during the weekends, but it’s also time constricted.

You made a mental note to ask for Lucifer’s permission to visit them after the ceremony later.

The Princes had invited you for a tea time together near your private garden during the evening.
Considering you’re almost done with your lessons for the day, you agreed.

You arrived at the scene with all six of them already waiting for you at the table. They were still a
rowdy bunch, although they’ve toned it down considering they were in public at the moment.

When they saw you walking towards them, they gave you a smile and all stood up to greet you but
you stopped them by putting a hand up.

“It’s alright. No need for formalities.”

With the permission granted from the Crown Princess, no one would dare to disobey, right?
A good choice. Now everyone can have fun without thinking about etiquette!

A butler pulled a seat for you in between Asmo and Levi. Although the fifth born seemed overly
excited to have you sitting beside him, the third born didn’t seem so much.

You gave a glance to Levi to make sure he was comfortable but caught him shying away and
looking in the other direction.

“I’m sorry. Did I perhaps make you uncomfortable, Leviathan?”

“Don’t mind him, he’s always like that with anyone new,” Asmo said, sipping his tea calmly.

“Is that so? Then, maybe I should change my seat? I wouldn’t want you to–”

“Wait wait! No! That’s not what I-! I mean, no, I’m okay with you sitting there. It’s okay…”

“Why’re ya actin’ all shy anyway? She’s our big sis now. It’s not like she’s a potential candidate
for your marriage. Wait! Do you like her?”

“No! What nonsense are you talking about!” Levi glared at Mammon with seething anger.

“And there they go again.” Satan shook his head in disbelief.

You couldn’t help but give a smile when they started arguing with each other. They reminded you
of your friends back home.

“Anyway! You don’t need to call me by my full name. It’ll only make me more nervous. Like I
just did something wrong that needed a scolding or something,” Levi said.

“Yeah, just call him Levi. You can call me Belphie too. And Beel here will be Beel to you too.”

“Me too! Me too! Just call me Asmo! Cute name, right? Well, I am cute. And pretty! But my name
is cute too! Can you believe that–”

“Dammit Asmo! No one wants to hear ya talkin' about that!”

“Hey! You take that back!”

And now it’s Asmo’s turn to argue with Mammon.

'Wow! What a cheerful family this is!’

You were laughing quietly when you felt a hand brush up against your cheek and slowly trace your
skin. You quickly looked back and saw Lucifer standing behind you with his infamous
expressionless face.

Again with that unreadable expression!

“The Prince Charming is finally here. I see,” Satan scoffed.

The argument died down soon after as they all looked over to the eldest. It may look like they were
communicating telepathically because it was followed by a long silence after.

You started to shift uncomfortably on your seat so you held his gloved hand that was still on your
cheek and tugged it slightly, “Will you be joining us, Your Highness?”
“Yeah, have a seat Lucifer. It’s been a long time since we had tea together,” Beel said.

You instructed the butler to grab another chair for Lucifer without hearing his replies, to which he
didn’t say much and just sat between you and Levi.

“Did you just finish your work, Your Highness?”

“Yes.” His reply was curt and short, very typical of Lucifer.

The atmosphere cheered back up as they all conversed with each other with the occasional reply
from Lucifer himself.

You were having fun getting to know the Princes, but unbeknownst to you, someone else was just
not having it.

“Belphie, could you pass me the scone?”

“Satan, about that book you recommended earlier…”

“I never knew about that. Thank you for telling me, Beel!”

“But Levi said it’s fine, no?”

“That’s beautiful, Asmo!”

“What do you mean, Mammon?”

Lucifer’s frown was getting deeper every time you said something. He couldn’t believe his ears.

“Why the scowl, Lucifer?” Asmo asked.

You quickly turned your direction to face him after Asmo said it. You blinked curiously before
asking, “Are you not enjoying yourself, Your Highness?”

Your Highness…

Yet…

The sudden glare directed at you made you lean back in surprise.

'What’s wrong with him??’

The long silence was broken by Levi’s cheerful laughter, “I think I know what’s going on here.”

Satan and Asmo followed through and soon after, all of them were laughing. The ones who were
not were you and Lucifer.

Although by now, Lucifer would’ve ceased his brothers’ laughing fest, he didn’t. He was still
giving that glare to you, but you could only sit there and wonder why.

“Your Highness? Did… Did I do something wrong?”

The brothers laughed once again.

You were on edge. You’re not sure why Lucifer seemed furious this evening when he’s sitting
right in front of you with a small smile.
Was it because he’s jealous?

If he’s jealous, then why did he give permission for you to join the mini tea party in the first place?
Besides, he didn’t seem to mind anytime his brothers came by to your waiting room just to talk.

He even once let you go horse riding with Belphie alone, without any knights supervising you two.

Lucifer seemed more complicated than you thought.

“Your Highness?” you tried speaking.

The slight downfall of his smile didn’t go unnoticed by you, “About this evening–”

Lucifer waved his hand as a signal for Jean and Rose to leave the room. As soon as the door
clicked, he turned his full attention to you, eyes slightly glaring at your whole being.

“Did I perhaps… Did I do something wrong …?”

“MC.”

“Y-yes?”

“Try calling me by my name.”

“Huh?”

“My name.”

“Lucifer?”

“Good.” He resumed his eating and left you there, still confused for your own good.

“Your Highness, I don’t-”

“Lucifer.”

You finally put two and two together.

This jerk!

“You don’t seem to have a problem with calling my brothers by their names, yet why is it so hard
for you to call me by my real name?”

Because I’m trying to respect you, you asshole!

“I thought I'd said this to you before, no?”

“Your Highness this! Your Highness that! I have a name too! ”

“Lucifer! Call me Lucifer… Please…"

.
“You were drunk at that time! I didn’t know you’re being serious!” You couldn’t contain your
anger any longer.

“Well, I’m sober now.”

This man is really driving you crazy.

After mentally checking all the preparations, Lucifer leaned back on his throne and listened
carefully to the issues presented by the nobles in the meeting hall.

Giving his opinions and solutions once in a while, he was ready to end the meeting. The reason
was mainly due to him feeling eager to break the news to the heads of the Houses.

Considering you rarely went out from your study during the day, it was easy for Lucifer to hide
your existence in this huge palace. The only House that was aware of your presence was the House
of Gillwell, where Madam Leela was from.

They did a great job of concealing the news from spreading out so Lucifer reminded himself to
grant them a reward in return.

“Your Highness,” Jean whispered from behind him.

Jean approached Lucifer and leaned closer, “Her Highness is waiting for you in your waiting room.
It seems like she wants to talk to you.”

The more reason for Lucifer to end the meeting early.

“Entertain her for a while. I’ll be there shortly.”

Shortly was definitely not two hours.

Lucifer exited the meeting hall with a deep frown.

He didn’t think the last issue was going to take so long to discuss. It’s not fair to cut the meeting
short only for his personal matter so Lucifer calmed himself down and sat through all the
discussion and gave his appropriate decision. He did, however, say that he’d look further on the
matter so as to not stretch out the time.

By the time he was at his wit’s end, he just dropped the news of the royal wedding ceremony in a
week's time before exiting the hall without further explanations.

Whatever the nobles did or said after that, he couldn’t care less.

He had kept you waiting for a long time now and the guilt was gnawing at him.

“Did you give her some refreshments?” Lucifer asked Jean.

“I did. However, Her Highness told me to leave her alone and do my other jobs. I insisted on
accompanying her but Her Highness also insisted that I leave and get things done. I don’t know
what to do.”

“So you left her alone for two hours?” Lucifer raised his voice while still walking fast to his
waiting room.
 “No, I did not, Your Highness. I accompanied Her Highness for about an hour before she told me
to leave.”

You must have felt bad for keeping Jean from doing his other work around the palace.

Lucifer fastened his pace and within seconds, he was already at the door. He pushed open the door
to see you, sleeping soundly on one of his couches.

You were leaning to the end side of the couch and tugging your hands under your head. You did,
however, keep your feet to the ground so your sleeping pose wasn’t too inappropriate to be seen by
another man in the room—and by another man, it was only Jean.

Lucifer’s heart clenched by the sight so he approached you slowly.

'Sorry for making you wait so long, MC.’

He kneeled down to have a closer look at your peaceful face. A smile was drawn on his lips as he
extended his hand to tug your loose locks behind your ear. Lucifer then cupped your cheek softly
and said, “MC?”

You didn’t answer. Lucifer’s grin was wider as he discovered a new cute side of you.

But, the longer he touched you, the more his joy started to disappear as fear slowly crept into his
whole being.

He bit the tip of his glove and aggressively took it off with his teeth before touching your cheek
once again. His heart skipped a beat as he frantically touched your forehead next.

“Jean! Call the royal physician! Now!”

Chapter End Notes

There's a spin-off story on the usage of phones for this chapter. I'll update them soon in
'Leviathan-sama's Crash Course'.

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 Chapter 7 : His Side of the Story
Chapter Notes

TW: Mentions of bullying [verbal] and also a bit stalker-ish behaviour.

Also, this chapter is super long, so grab a blanket and some cookies and enjoy the
story!

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Lucifer didn’t understand why he was here, in this foreign house; in this foreign country; with these
foreign people.

Lucifer didn’t understand why he needed to be separated from his parents, his brothers and his
attendants.

Lucifer didn’t understand why the other kids didn’t like him, ostracised him, and verbally abused
him with harsh words and insults.

‘You need to learn the commoners' way of living in order to provide a better future for them’

Why? He didn’t understand.

All he wanted now was to hug Mammon; play with Levi; argue with Satan; have a mini picnic by
the garden with Asmo and coo over his new twin baby brothers.

'Why?

Why did Father send me here?

Did he not love me anymore?

Why can’t I see my brothers anymore?

Why am I the only one sent here?

Where is Jean?

Where is my favourite pillow?

Where is my favourite book?

Where are my favourite clothes?’

Lucifer sat down by the swings with tears in his eyes.

Once again, the kids at school threw insults at him. He didn’t understand why.

All he did was to order them around. He didn’t even punish them for their insolence this time.
Should they behave in such ways in his country, he definitely would have their families fired from
their jobs and locked them all in the dungeon.

“Hey!” Lucifer saw a figure crouching down to look up at his pathetic face, “Are you okay?”

'Who is this girl?’

“Do you want to play with me?”

Such seven words that he missed hearing after four months of living in this place, “Can I…?”

The girl smiled brightly.

Lucifer didn’t remember the last time someone his own age had smiled at him like this.

The only one who ever smiled at him during this period of four months was the old man who acted
as his foster grandparent, and the teachers in the school—though it was obvious to him that such
smiles were fake.

“What’s your name? Let’s be friends! My name is MC.”

'Friends?’

Lucifer felt his mood going down again after realising she might not want to be his friend after
hearing his name. After all, the kids at school stopped acting nice after knowing his name.

'Is my name really that bad?’

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?” She looked at him with worries clearly depicted in her
expression.

Such a refreshing expression to see after constantly witnessing many disgusted and loathed
expressions from others.

“Aren’t you going to be mad at me?” Lucifer added, “My name is Lucifer.”

'Go, please go before I get my hopes high…’

But much to his surprise, the girl took his hand and beamed, “Well, you have a nice name and you
look kind, so I don’t know why I should be mad. Let’s be friends, Lucifer!”

“That’s so disgusting! Get that thing away from me!” Lucifer shuddered.

“Aww, come on! You’ll like it! It’s cute!” She handed him the frog she found.

“I said no!” Lucifer immediately slapped her hand away from him, causing the frog to fall down to
the ground and quickly hopped to its safety back in the bushes.

The look on the girl’s face made Lucifer’s blood run cold.

Anger, disappointment, regret.

'I did it again… Now she hates me…’

“Hey! That’s not very nice!” She frowned. “My sister said, you should treat your friends with
kindness!”
'Kindness?’

“Well, maybe I’m at fault too for forcing you…” She tapped her chin in confusion before beaming
again, “Okay, I’m sorry. I won’t force things on you again.”

“Am I… not kind enough?”

“Well, if I compare you to all my other friends, no.”

Lucifer felt the similar pain of daggers stabbing into his heart as soon as the words left her mouth.

“But you’re okay. My father said, “if we treat people with kindness, then people will be kind to us
too!”

“So… you don’t hate me?”

“No.” She shook her head.

Lucifer looked over to the girl’s figure as she was humming a song he didn’t know and scribbled
something on the sand with a twig you both found a minute ago. He couldn’t explain the
whirlwinds of emotion he was currently feeling but he was really grateful for the girl’s calming
presence.

“Hey, we’ve been here long enough. Let’s go play somewhere else!” She grabbed Lucifer’s hand
and took him to a nearby ice cream store.

It was a long day and for the first time ever, Lucifer really had fun.

“Bye! I’ll see you tomorrow!” The girl waved excitedly at him.

“Bye!” Lucifer smiled too. If he had the ability to levitate, he’d most definitely be walking on air
right now.

Lucifer skipped happily to his home—or the place he's been staying at for the past few months—
and saw a familiar tall figure standing outside the front door.

He couldn’t believe his eyes as he went running towards the person.

“Jean!”

“Your Highness! Finally, you’re home! I’m worried sick!”

Jean lifted Lucifer into his arms and hugged the young prince tightly, “Where have you been, Your
Highness?”

“Oh, I was playing with a friend down by the park.”

“A friend? Oh! This is good news! Your Highness made a new friend!”

Lucifer felt delighted to know that Jean was proud of his progress but his next words made
Lucifer’s stomach drop.

“Unfortunately, we’re going to leave tonight, Your Highness.”

“Leave?”
“Yes, we’re going back to the Eastern Kingdom.”

'B-but! I made a promise to meet her again tomorrow!’

“His Majesty has requested your presence back home. I’m sure His Majesty will love to hear the
great news. You’ve grown, Your Highness.” Jean put Lucifer down to his feet before ushering the
young prince into the house so he could start packing Lucifer’s things.

“Can you believe Prince Mammon cried every day because he can’t see you every morning? It was
really hard to soothe him from his cries. I guess he missed you so much, Your Highness.” Jean
chuckled.

Jean took notice of the lack of joy in Lucifer’s expression, so he added, “Your Highness, do you
perhaps want to say goodbye to your friend?”

Lucifer’s sorrowful expression was the only reply the butler got.

“You’re funny, Lucifer. I like you a lot!”

“You’re fond of me?”

“See? You used those words again! It sounds so funny.” Her laughter rang throughout the park.

Lucifer only shyly played by the swings while waiting for his new friend to calm down.

“Well, I guess I like you too…” He pushed himself upwards with his toes while tightly gripping the
swing chain.

“Hey, wanna marry each other?”

The question made Lucifer frown, “Marry? What’s marry?”

“My sister said, it’s a promise made by two people who like each other. They’ll stay with each
other forever! I want to see you tomorrow too, so let’s make a promise!”

The giddy feeling inside his stomach was foreign to Lucifer but he caught himself smiling and
nodding to the girl.

“Okay then, let’s marry each other!” she said before running over to Lucifer and grabbing his
hand.

“This is the report for this month. Nothing much happened except she got accepted to work in
XYW Group as an accountant. And she also successfully rented a house near GoldieCreditCard
street. It is a small apartment house with a balcony.”

Lucifer skimmed through the report in his hand while leaning back against his chair. His eyes were
speeding through the paragraphs of words until he arrived at a page where the investigator had
clipped a photo of the target, walking inside XYW Group’s building.

'I’m glad you’re doing well.’

Lucifer traced the outline of the photo with his forefinger and tried his best to keep a straight face.
“Your Highness?”

“Yes?” He closed the file and laid it down beside the multiple piles of paperwork on his study
desk.

“May I inquire with you about something?”

'Brave, aren’t we?’ Lucifer smirked before signalling him to continue with his question.

“I have been following this lady’s activity for a few years now. Is Your Highness suspicious about
her behaviour?”

“No.” Lucifer took his favourite fountain pen from the pen stand and began writing details on the
cheque.

“Then–”

“This lady is my wife .”

As if he didn’t just drop the most shocking news of the century, Lucifer handed the cheque to the
private investigator and signalled Jean to escort him out with a nonchalant expression.

All the attendants in the room, including Lucifer’s secretary, were still in shock from the news.

“Jean!”

This startled Jean before he bowed apologetically and escorted the speechless man out from
Lucifer’s study.

After shooing everyone from the room for some privacy, Jean approached the prince with teary
eyes, “Your Highness…”

“Is it really that shocking to you?”

“Of course, it is, Your Highness! You never showed interest in marrying anyone even though
you’ve passed the ideal age for marriage. The nobles are all talking but you keep rejecting your
potential partners! I thought you’re not interested in finding someone.” Jean dabbed the corner of
his eyes with his handkerchief.

“You’re being overly dramatic, Jean.”

“I only want what’s best for my Master.”

Lucifer couldn’t help but smirk a little while still going through the piles of paperwork. The King
was resting in bed for the whole day after being sick yesterday, so Lucifer had to take over the
workload.

“Your Highness!’ Jean whispered.

The grip on his fountain pen tightened as he tried to hide his annoyance to this butler of his.

"Why don’t you take her as your princess?”

“That’s impossible. We never really had a valid marriage. It was only a fake marriage, a child’s
play.”
“A child’s play… Wait, is this the friend you made when you’re tasked to live in the Western
Empire for a few months?”

The lack of answer from Lucifer confirmed Jean’s suspicion.

“No worries, Your Highness! You can just send a letter informing your situation to the High Priest.
They can validate your marriage.”

Lucifer stopped his writing abruptly.

The long silence in the study room made Jean realise he had crossed the line and possibly incurred
his Master’s anger. He was ready to apologise when Lucifer slapped his own desk, startling Jean
from his standing.

“You’re an absolute genius, Jean!” The joy in Lucifer’s face made Jean heave a sigh of relief.

“Pass me a paper. I’ll write the letter now.”

“Right away, Your Highness.”

“Yo, Lucifer! There’s a letter from the High Priest for ya. Got mixed into mine. Man, whatever is
my butler doing? Mixing these letters around,” Mammon complained as he entered the room while
waving the official letter around.

“May I, Your Highness?” Jean extended his hand to take the letter from Mammon’s hand. To
which he complied and gave it to the butler.

“Anyway, why is the High Priest sending letters to ya? You’re getting married or somethin’?”
Mammon flopped on Lucifer’s couch and grabbed a nearby cushion before laying down
comfortably.

Lucifer didn’t answer his brother’s question. Instead, he was carefully reading the content before
putting it down and slowly grinning.

“Jean, get that private investigator here. He’s going to have a lot of work to do.”

The butler could guess the content of the letter through his Master’s expression so he smiled
brightly and got on to his feet, exiting the room immediately.

“Huh? What’s goin’ on? Why are ya hiring a private investigator?” Mammon got up and glanced
back to the Crown Prince who’s still grinning widely behind his study desk.

“Mammon, you actually have an older sister.”

“HUH?”

Did the sky really look this blue?

And has the grass always looked so green?

Did the flowers ever smell this nice?

Lucifer took a deep breath and exhaled contentedly before reading the reports again and again;
noting your favourite food, your favourite colour, your favourite place, your favourite perfume
fragrance.

With the occasional note he jotted down after his reading, he looked over to some of the photos
taken by the investigator and smiled.

“Jean, furnish and decorate the room. This is her favourite colour and all the things she likes. Order
the chefs to learn these dishes. Purchase furniture based on her favourite colour. Arranged the
furniture based on her current home. Study her favourite flower and have the gardeners start
planting those flowers in the flower bed. Make her feel welcome and at home.”

Poor Jean…

“We’ll be having a trip to the Western Empire in six months. Prepare everything before then.”

“As you wish, Your Highness.” Jean bowed before leaving the room.

Lucifer eyed the newly written message he wrote for his best friend, the Imperial Prince of Western
Empire—or should he say, the Emperor of the Western Empire now—regarding his future visits to
the empire.

Bringing his thumb and forefinger to his mouth, Lucifer whistled, calling for his messenger bird.

Patting the bird’s head gently, he tied the small paper to its leg and let the avian fly out the window
to its destination.

Lucifer eyed the blue sky that seemed more vivid in colours again. He smiled to himself, noting
the fast pounding inside his chest and deliberately ignoring the sensation.

“You need to learn the commoners' way of living in order to provide a better future for them.”

'Well then, Father, what are better ways than to have a commoner herself as a ruler?’

Being a Crown Prince means every order issued by Lucifer will be fulfilled, obeyed and followed
without any complaints. He didn’t remember the last time someone defied his wants—his needs—
and made a fool out of him.

Being a Crown Prince means everyone will swoon over him; finding him attractive, fantasising
about him and silently wishing they were at his place. He didn’t remember the last time someone
refused to be near him, or just didn’t like him at all.

So why exactly–

“Umm… I guess I admire the Emperor…?”

–is his own wife saying she likes someone else who is not a Mr Perfect like him?

(Emperor Diavolo is perfect too, mind you!)

Oh, the rage in him.

That bitter taste at the back of his mouth; and that heat silently creeping on his back.

Lucifer felt angry, surprised, depressed.

Jealous.
“You-! How dare you! I don’t care who you like! I’m gonna drag you back home with me!”

It’s not a threat, but more of a statement.

Lucifer would do anything to get you back to his side.

And true to his words, you’re now sitting in front of him with a joyful smile on your face as you
enjoyed your dinner.

Imagine the pride in him when he successfully has you back. The constant longing had disappeared
after years of only learning about your progress and not having the privilege to see you face-to-face
like this.

Lucifer was happy, truly.

His first friend.

His first love.

Finally, you’re here, in your rightful place, with the right person.

Lucifer didn’t know what possessed him.

“Don’t you think it’s shameful to have the Queen misspelt your name and title in official letters?
Listen to me, Princess!”

'No! What are you doing!’

“You should not slack off! It’s been two weeks and your progress is really slow.”

’ Stop! Stop this! Do not say another word! ’

“Do you really think you have what it takes to be the Queen?!”

It was then he knew he should’ve listened to his inner subconscious.

The look of pain and tears on your face tore his heart apart.

Lucifer felt his own throat choke on him, limiting his oxygen supply. His blood ran cold and the
extreme guilt washed over him, consuming his every being.

The words you mutter after that only worsen the pain. He was breathless, speechless and powerless
as he concluded what he had done.

He hurt the woman he loves.

“If you really want your queen to be perfect, why don’t you just find a noble who’s certainly more
suited for this!”

'No… don’t say that… please…’

Maybe he’s viewing himself in the positive light too much to even know that some people might
not agree with him.
Maybe he valued himself too much to realise that some people don’t even like him.

Maybe he thought of himself as someone with enough power to rule over people to even
comprehend that love cannot be forced.

So when you left the room with tears flowing down your face, you took half his soul away.

You’re so cheerful yet so blue.

So strong yet so fragile.

So free yet so loving.

So close yet so far.

After reconciling his relationship with you, Lucifer moved on to the next agenda he had in mind.
Still pretty much on-air after knowing you’re not mad at him anymore, he tried to focus on the new
task at hand.

"Jean, we’re having a wedding ceremony in three weeks. Organise everything. And call my
secretary over the first thing in the morning tomorrow.”

Lucifer put stacks of paper on the coffee table before continuing, “This is the concept the Princess
and I had agreed to. Match everything and make sure every request she wants is fulfilled.

Also, here’s a list of the expected guests, work together with my secretary and send the invitations.
But place a hold on the invitations for the nobles in the Eastern Kingdom til the last week.

Arranged the syllabus for the Princess’s class and ensure she has a dance class with Madam Leela
every day. Inform this wedding details to her personal maids. Let them know they need to prepare
too.”

“Your Highness, if I may speak?”

“Yes?’

"Isn’t three weeks too short of a time to prepare for a grand wedding? A royal wedding?”

“You can manage.” Lucifer kept his expression straight, never letting any emotions pass through.

“…Is this my punishment for this morning?”

“Oh? You mean when you deliberately set me up to meet the Princess in my drunken state? Oh, no
no. You know I won’t punish you. Right, Jean?” Lucifer slowly smirked behind his cup of coffee.

“Oh, and another thing, starting tomorrow, make this coffee with the exact temperature of 80℃.”

You need a hug, Jean?

The longer he spent time with you, the more he found himself having trouble keeping his hands to
himself. Hence, the incident that happened that night.
“Your Highness, I didn’t know…” Jean brought his hand to his mouth and feigned surprise.

“Shut it, Jean! It was a mistake!” Lucifer covered his blushing face with his hands, trying so hard
to calm down and forget the incident.

'What is wrong with me? Why am I like this? I’m a Prince! A Crown Prince! A calm and composed
Crown Prince! The Ice Cold Prince!’

Inhale.

Hold it in.

Exhale.

'That’s it, Lucifer. Calm and composed.’

After all, it’s okay, right? You’re his wife. He has every right to touch you or hold your hand.

Yes! He’s your husband after all.

(Lucifer, the Avatar of Consent)

Sitting straight again, he ordered, “Update.”

“Yes, Your Highness. Tomorrow will be the last lesson Her Highness has with Madam Leela. The
wedding dress will be ready in 2 days after they receive Her Highness’s measurements. They will
come by after that to test it on Her Highness and make some alterations should Her Highness feel
the need.

The rings are still in the making. The venue is almost ready. Around 95% of the guests have
responded and they’ll be here a day before the ceremony. An invitation letter for the High Priest
was sent this morning and His Majesty will be making an appearance during the early time of the
ceremony.”

“Good. What about my brothers’ tuxedos?”

“They’re all ready.”

“Excellent. That’s all. I won’t be needing you again for tonight. Take a rest.”

“Thank you, Your Highness. And please, sleep early for today. You looked very tired. Should I run
you a bath before I go, Your Highness?”

“Yes, that will be very much appreciated. Thank you.”

Lucifer took off his leather gloves before flexing and stretching them. The sight of his bare hand
brought him back to the incident during dinner. He felt himself blushing again from the faint
sensation.

Soon, he will be able to hold your hand freely, whether on the palace grounds or in public.

Well, he certainly had his wish granted.

Lucifer can now hold your hand for as much as he ever wanted, while he stared at your flushed
complexion.
Your breathing was shallow and your eyes remained shut. The sight of you fighting for your life
made him squeeze your hand tighter, trying to find comfort in you; and to know you’re still alive
by the warmth of your hand.

The physician unclasped the velcro of the blood pressure monitor before standing straight and
giving her reports, “Your Highness, Her Highness is having a fever. Based on the blood test, it
wasn’t due to infections or poisonous material.

However, her high blood pressure suggests that she’s a bit stressed and might have been
overworking herself. I recommend Her Highness stay in bed until the fever wears off. I will
prescribe the appropriate medicine and come by again tomorrow morning to check on her
progress.”

“Understood. You may leave.”

The physician bowed before leaving Lucifer alone in the room with you.

You haven’t gained consciousness ever since Lucifer found you, so the anxious feeling inside him
didn’t subside even after hearing the report from the physician.

'Overworking? Stress?’

Was it because of the expectations he forced on you earlier during your first week?

“MC, I’m so sorry… This is all my fault.” Lucifer brought your hand to his cheek and leaned to it,
praying silently for you to wake up.

He refused to leave your side even after Jean and his brothers told him to rest. Being in the same
room with a sick person could increase his own chances of getting infected but Lucifer didn’t care.

He was blaming himself for not noticing your rapid progress these past few days. He should’ve
told you to go within your own pace, to not force yourself, and to not listen to his delusional ideal.

As much as his throat constricted at the thoughts of your weak condition, his pride as the Crown
Prince refused to let him cry. Lucifer felt the need to stay strong and patiently waited for you to
wake up.

It’s alright, he believes in you.

You’ll come back to him.

You have to.

After all those efforts he went through just to have you by his side again.

And now that you’re here, you can’t leave him.

Right…?

The grip on your bed sheet tightened as Lucifer forced himself to throw those negative thoughts
away.

Suddenly, Lucifer felt a hand brush against his gloved hand and shot up to sit straight.

There you were, still weak and in need of rest, “Lucifer…? What are you doing in my room? It’s
nighttime…”
 Your voice was hoarse.

“MC, are you feeling okay?” Lucifer brought his hand to your forehead to check your temperature.

You grabbed his wrist and weakly lifted his hand from your forehead, “Don’t touch me, Lucifer.
I’m sick.”

“It’s fine. I was too worried about you to even think about myself.”

“Don’t say that, please. Take a rest, Lucifer. I’ll have Rose and Marie to take care of me.”

Respecting your decision and also wanting you to rest at ease, he complied with your request,
“Alright. Rest well, my Love.”

He grabbed your hand and planted a soft kiss on your palm before tugging you in properly and
leaving the room.

Now that he thought about it, he rushed to your side after a very busy day and didn’t leave
afterwards. He also hadn’t eaten a single thing today.

No wonder Jean was worried.

Heaving a heavy sigh, Lucifer went back to his own chamber.

Chapter End Notes

The scenes at the beginning of the chapter will have further explanations in
'Leviathan-sama's Crash Course'.

Thank you for reading until the end!

 Chapter 8 : Teamwork Makes the Dream Works
Chapter Notes

Beta read by Nixie06

See the end of the chapter for more notes

The royal physician had informed your current condition the next morning to Lucifer and it eased
him to know you’re doing better. So when Lucifer stopped by your room, you were already back to
your usual self; bright and colourful.

Although you seemed to not like it when he visited you.

“Your Highness!”

“Did you perhaps lose your memories?”

“No! I mean! I’m still in my nightwear!”

Lucifer didn’t see the problem, “And…?”

But your only response was to stutter incoherently before kicking him out of the room.

He didn’t understand why you’d be ashamed of what you’re wearing. It was only your usual silk
knee-length nightgown.

And he’s your husband. So what’s the problem?

“Your Highness, Her Highness wished for you to visit again after she has finished changing her
attire,” Rose relayed your message.

It only made him frown before complying with your request.

If you’re not comfortable with him yet, he won’t force you.

Knowing you’re doing okay, he made his way to the meeting hall with a small smile.

Considering he didn’t entertain any questions from the Heads of the Houses yesterday, Lucifer
predicted he’s going to have a very stressful day today.

Sure enough, the nobles could guess by now what the Crown Princess’s identity was since none of
their daughters had been chosen to be wed to Lucifer. And there was no news of marriage
delegation from any foreign countries either.

“A commoner, Your Highness? Please rethink your decision! Your Highness has a lot of other
better options!”

“I doubt the public will take it kindly, Your Highness.”

“Your Highness, this is a crucial matter to be taken! We are speaking about the pure blood of the
royal family!”

“Enough!” Lucifer stood up from his seat, “This is my decision and it is final! I don’t know if you
haven’t noticed this yet, but commoners are still our people! Our citizens! I don’t know what
makes you think you’re all above them when they are the ones who pay for your salary!

Their taxes, their manpower, their ideas, their contribution! All of them are our support! How long
should we be blinded by titles and ranks when we can’t even live without them?

It’s time to change. Let their voices be heard and let them know they’re appreciated.

I doubt they’re gonna protest against this decision. With a commoner being a ruler, wouldn’t that
make them feel at ease? Knowing they have someone who understands their pain and suffering?
Their worries and anxiety for their future?”

Lucifer continued, “Take the Western Empire for an example. They listen to their people and look
how far they’ve gone.”

Some of the nobles weren’t really against Lucifer’s decision but after hearing that, they were more
than convinced to accept their new ruler.

“What about His Majesty? Did His Majesty approve of the Princess?”

“Yes, His Majesty did.”

And with that statement, the nobles knew they could no longer object to Lucifer’s decision.

“How’s MC’s condition?” Lucifer asked Jean while still going through the paperwork.

“Unfortunately, Her Highness’s condition isn't as good as this morning. But rest easy, Your
Highness. The royal physician had been monitoring Her Highness since then. She is currently
resting as we speak.”

Lucifer’s mood went down the drain yet again.

“Jean… do you think I made the right decision?”

It wasn’t every day for Lucifer to be indecisive and pondering about the decision he took. Yet, he
somehow felt the need to be reassured right now.

The poor eldest of the seven faced too many obstacles and challenges, even during his early stages
of life.

He didn’t know how to confide in his brothers, or his father, or to you.

He was used to keeping it all by himself.

He was used to being the one who hurt the most.

He was used to being misunderstood by others just to prevent them from getting hurt by the cruel
truth.

It was this trait of Lucifer’s that made Jean worried. He had been taking care of the Crown Prince
since he was a baby.
Lucifer was his Master, his brother and his friend.

“Your Highness, in my humble opinion, I sincerely think your decision is the best. His Majesty had
been dreaming of forming a bridge between the nobles and commoners since long ago.”

“But, I’m going to hurt her, right? I’m exposing her to this dirty political world…”

“From what I’ve observed since Her Highness came into this palace, she is very strong. I doubt
she’d crumble from the pressure.”

“But she broke down in her first week!”

“Your Highness, have you stopped to think that it’s because it was you?”

Lucifer looked up from his work in confusion.

But Jean only smiled before continuing, “Your Highness is the only person Her Highness truly
knows in this foreign place. You two had dinner every day; you were bonded by a valid marriage;
you were childhood friends even though it wasn’t for long. Don’t you think Her Highness trusts
you the most?”

Lucifer let Jean’s words sink into his mind.

“I may not be an expert when it comes to relationships, but if my partner is disappointed in me, it’d
definitely hurt more than having the others be disappointed in me.” Jean smiled again.

“Jean, you don’t think she…”

“As I said, I am not an expert, but in my point of view, Her Highness definitely did.”

‘She trusted you… As her husband.’

Jean’s words made Lucifer hide his lips using the back of his hand while miserably trying to hide
his blushing face.

You were recovering slowly and after two days, you had fully recovered. You bid your thanks to
the physician for her help and also to your maids. You also apologised for the reckless behaviours
that lead you to pass out from overworking in the first place.

“We were very worried when Jean told us about you. It made us feel guilty for leaving you alone in
His Highness’s waiting room,” Rose said.

“We hope you listen to our advice after this and take care of your health more. There’s nothing
more we want than to see Your Highness in your usual healthy self,” Marie added.

“I’m sorry for causing trouble to you two…”

Hearing their explanations made you more guilty. You didn’t only cause trouble for your maids,
but also to Lucifer, Jean and the other attendants.

You were supposed to try on your wedding dress yesterday but because of your fever, you couldn’t
and it hindered the progress of the ceremony.

You even received a get well soon gift from the King’s attendants even though he was also sick.
Not to mention, the Princes were always asking about your condition time and time again, until
Lucifer banned them from stepping into a 2km radius from your bedroom.

'I need to apologise to all of them’

“Please come in, Your Highness.” Jean led the way before closing the door before you.

It was the second time you stepped inside Lucifer’s study, yet the exquisite environment around it
didn’t fail to amaze you. The furniture, the bookshelves, the fireplace. Even his massive mahogany
desk emitted its own aura.

This whole place gave off Lucifer’s charismatic presence and you’re not even sure why.

Maybe because this place is the witness of Lucifer’s ups and downs.

The place where Lucifer’s princely side intensified.

And the place where Lucifer’s true side showed itself once in a while.

“Is everything alright, MC? You said you want to talk?” Lucifer finally spoke, snapping you from
your thoughts.

“Ah, yes! I actually want to give you something,” You approached him, “I’m not sure if you’ll like
it but I spent my free time embroidering this for you. I’m not even sure if you will actually use it
but I hope–”

“Wait. What did you say?”

“ I’m not sure if you will use it? ”

“No, before that. After this question about me not liking it or something.”

“ I spent my free time embroidering– ”

“You what?!” Lucifer stood up from his seat abruptly.

He then walked towards you with rage clearly depicted on his face. You took a step back
instinctively, trying to distance yourself from him.

“You spent your free time when you should have been resting, to do what…?”

“I was just trying to give you something…” you meekly said.

“Jean!”

Upon hearing his master’s order, he left the room, silently praying for his mistress.

“I… I made this for you…?” you gave the handkerchief.

You could feel Lucifer’s anger slowly dissipate when he saw your gift. So you took this chance to
explain, “Madam Leela showed me how to embroider the Houses’ emblem. So I want to give you
your family’s emblem as a gift. It’s a thank you gift for all your help and hospitality throughout my
stay. And I’m really thankful you gave me the chance to learn embroidery. I love it!”

Seeing Lucifer still admiring your handwork, you continued, “It isn't too bad, right? Oh! And my
favourite part is this shield over here! But this little black lion by the shield was really difficult. I
almost–oof!”

You were cut off when you felt him pulling you into a hug. His grips on your back and the back of
your head were very tight and you noticed the subtle trembling from him.

'Lucifer? What’s wrong…?’

You were too concerned to even be embarrassed by the fact that it was the first time you two
hugged.

You didn’t know what to do so put your arms around his back and offer whatever comfort you
could give at the moment.

“MC?”

“Yes?”

Lucifer pulled back and cupped your cheek gently, “Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes widened with shock and you felt your face become coloured after hearing his statement,
but he wasn’t kidding.

The look on his face didn’t display any uncertainty.

The stare he gave you was full of passion.

And his voice didn’t waver from any hints of doubt when he said it out loud.

He leaned closer, “Can I?”

With your heart pounding loudly inside your chest, you felt yourself leaning closer and slowly
closing your eyes, giving him the non-verbal consent.

The only sound you heard was the beating of your heart. Not even the loud crackling fire beside
you registered to your mind.

The only thought you had in mind was Lucifer. His cologne, his height, the perfect shape of his
lips.

Your lips were brushing against each other when–

“Your Highness! Wait! Don’t go in yet!”

“Nonsense Jean, we’re just trying to give our report.”

“Yeah! We’ll be quick.”

The door to Lucifer’s study creaked open, revealing Belphie and Satan, who were equally shocked
at the scene as much as you two.

Belphie then closed the door slowly, “Yeah, maybe Jean was right.”

You really wanted to dig a hole and hide for all eternity now.

“Belphegor! Satan!”

Of course, those two were already running as fast as they could from the scene.
Please expect the next scene to be Jean chastising the three princes for hours on their improper
behaviour on the palace grounds after Lucifer spent a whole 10 minutes chasing after the two.

“Stop talking about that! It wasn’t funny!” You were flustered.

“It is, though.” Levi and Asmo laughed. Beel also politely joined.

“I didn’t know why it happened! It just happened! I’m so embarrassed!” You hid your face using
your hands while the three princes were still laughing.

“But seriously, what did you give Lucifer? It’s rare for him to break character,” Asmo asked.

“I embroidered the royal emblem on a handkerchief for him…”

This seemed to shock those three as they exchanged quick glances before Beel said, “Do you know
what that means?”

“It didn’t have any meaning anymore, right? Madam Leela mentioned the practice behind
embroidering was only relevant a long time ago.”

“Yeah, but that’s for the Houses ’ emblem. But not for the Royal emblem,” Levi explained.

“Wait what? Then what’s the meaning behind it?” You began panicking.

“It means 'Be my spouse’.” Asmo giggled.

…?

“It was used by the royal family actually. We gave the ones who we were interested in marrying a
handkerchief embroidered with a royal emblem. It’s not an invitation, but more of an order.” Beel
smiled.

“So what you did just now was asking Lucifer to be your spouse,” Levi shrugged, “But that wasn’t
new information anyway, so I guess you’re fine. It’s just that your action made you seem more
assertive in your relationship. No big deal.”

No wonder the reaction from him!

“Hey hey, can’t we have one too? Not with a royal emblem though, just one with our name?
Please~” Asmo pouted.

“Asmo, don’t force MC to do things for you,” Beel said.

“It’s fine! I can definitely do that. But I can’t promise it’ll finish anytime soon, so could you wait a
little bit?”

“Yeay!” Asmo cheered.

“You’re sure about this? You just recovered from your fever.” Levi frowned.

“It’s fine. It’s the least I can do for your help since I’ve been here. I’m sorry too for causing so
much trouble to you all.” You gave them all a sincere smile.

“But don’t force yourself, okay? And take care of your health too.”
“I will. Thank you all!”

How fast time flies.

It is now a day before the ceremony.

Most of the guests for the ceremony were already here in the Eastern Kingdom. And every
preparation was going smoothly.

True to Lucifer’s prediction, the public took the news positively. There were some of them who
even sent you early wedding gifts.

The reporters and paparazzi all around the world were turning their attention to the mysterious
couple. Only your name was known but not your picture.

However, some reporters managed to dig your private social media accounts and got ahold of your
pictures. They even started writing articles about you and their guesses on how Lucifer and you
met.

Lucifer was quick to think, so he sent many bodyguards to guard your family against those nosy
reporters. They were the ones under extreme pressure after your pictures were illegally released.

You were also very worried about your family’s safety but Lucifer assured you that he took care of
everything.

Heaven prays for those who illegally spread your pictures… They’re now facing Lucifer’s wrath.

So now, you’re greeting every guest that visited the palace with Lucifer.

“MC, meet the High Priest, Priest Simeon.” Lucifer introduced you to Simeon.

You bowed slightly, giving respect while Simeon only smiled.

He looked very young to be a High Priest…?

But you read about this, about him; the youngest priest to ever be awarded as High Priest.

“I can finally meet the Princess who won our Lucifer's heart,” Simeon said.

'Our…?’

“Simeon is my friend. In fact, he was once a citizen from this country,” Lucifer explained.

“I see.” You smiled and nodded.

“I still remember receiving his letter a year ago. My goodness! It was really shocking. But I
understand his situation.”

Simeon’s words made you frown in confusion but you quickly controlled your facial expression
and looked over to Lucifer for an explanation.

“Please excuse us, for we need to be somewhere else. Enjoy the stay and let me know if you need
anything,” Lucifer quickly interrupted before pulling you closer by the waist and walking away.

You looked back at Simeon who’s still smiling and bowing slightly so you nodded your head in
response.

You then turned your attention to Lucifer, “What was that? And why are you in a rush? What does
he mean about the letter?”

“Nothing to worry about, MC.”

“Lucifer!”

He stopped walking.

“MC, let’s talk in my waiting room, not here.” He resumed his walking.

“Now will you please tell me about this?” You took a seat in front of him with a slight frown on
your face.

“Simeon is the one who validates our marriage.”

“What?” The world came crashing down upon you, “I thought you mentioned it was the Court?”

“No, Simeon’s authority exceeds the Court’s authority.”

You felt betrayed.

“Why didn’t you tell me…?”

“Because it’s not important for you to know.”

You felt deceived.

“So, it was only after a year ago that you decided you want me as your wife?”

Lucifer didn’t reply.

You felt wronged.

“Lucifer… why?”

He hung his head low, never wanting to show you his pathetic self.

The tension in the air was thick and you were close to breaking down in tears.

“What else are you hiding from me?”

Lucifer only gripped his fist tightly, mouth still shut and never speaking. Only when you sniffled
did he look up and notice you’ve been crying.

Every mask he’s been wearing shattered into pieces as he scrambled over to your side and cupped
your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Lucifer wiped your tears using his fingers, soaking his gloves with
your tears.

“Talk to me, Lucifer. What else have you been hiding? Explain to me why you’re doing this?”

“I’m afraid of you leaving me.”

You waited for him to explain.

“I’m afraid I can’t have you. I’m afraid of seeing you with someone else.” He then gripped your
hands tightly. You didn’t notice he had been trembling the whole time until he held your hand.

“I’m really sorry for dragging you into this world. I really am. But my greed for you is greater. I
also want to fulfil my Father’s request.”

“His Majesty’s request?”

“Yes, my father had always wanted us to be more understanding towards commoners. He sent me
to the Western Empire when I’m seven just to get used to their lives. That’s where I met you. You
were my only friend back then. They all hated me. But you showed me real kindness, the real
reason for me to keep fighting for my people, for me to understand that commoners are the support
of nobles.”

You let out a small smile, telling him you understood his worries, “So you asked Simeon to
validate our marriage?”

“Yes.” Lucifer eyed you for your responses or reactions and he found nothing but happiness.

“Thank you for telling me, Lucifer.”

“You’re not disgusted by my sudden confession?”

You let out a laugh, “After knowing you for almost three months, I can say you’re quite
possessive. So it’s not a surprise.”

“So you’re not going to be mad too if you know I hired a private investigator to watch your every
move?”

“What?!” Cold shivers ran down your spine, “I expected you to run a background research on me
but not hire a private investigator!”

No wonder your personal chamber looked so familiar.

No wonder the flowers planted in the garden were your favourites.

No wonder the chefs had been cooking your favourite food.

No wonder your clothes and furniture were designed in your favourite colour.

No wonder he knew where to find you in the first place…

“MC, that was a long time ago, before you even came to this palace. I didn’t do it again. I won’t do
it again, I promise.” Seeing your speechless face made Lucifer feel even guiltier.

“You really promise not to do it again?”

Lucifer nodded, still firmly holding your hands, “I understand if you’re not comfortable around me
so please speak your mind.”

'What am I going to do with you…’ You smiled a little.

“Lucifer, it’s alright. I forgive you. Thank you so much for being honest. Truthfully, it’s better to
hear you say this now before I got to know from someone else. I wouldn’t have been able to handle
 it if it was the latter. Thank you, Lucifer.” You leaned closer and wrapped your arms around him,
assuring him that you were okay.

He reciprocated the action and basked in your comfort.

He never knew what it felt like to have someone to talk to. And for once, he could feel the pressure
seeping off his shoulders.

It’s a lie to say that it wasn’t a pleasant sensation.

Lucifer knew he could trust you.

“Don’t hide from me, okay?” he heard you say, still hugging him tightly.

The five words that changed his view on people.

Chapter End Notes

Further explanation: Royal Marriages are under the High Priest’s jurisdiction. So the
nobles/Court/public can’t actually interfere with the marriage once the High Priests
gave the couple their blessings.

Thank you so much for reading and for your support for this series! I truly appreciate
it <3 I hope everyone takes care and stays safe!
 Chapter 9 : My Vows to You
Chapter Notes

I'm sorry for the late update.

Here's a short chapter dedicated to the wedding ceremony only. Please prepare some
tissues (or cookies if you’re hungry :3)

*beta read by Nixie06

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Lucifer straightened his tie and looked over to his reflection in the mirror.

It’s been a long time since he saw himself smile like this.

A genuine smile.

Not the fake, composed smile he kept plastered to his face whenever he presented himself in front
of others.

But the inner peace he felt quickly broke when Asmo yet again babbled behind him, “You
should’ve seen her, Lucifer! She’s so beautiful!”

Lucifer inhaled deeply before turning his attention to the fifth born who was excitedly talking
about your dress.

Asmo took it upon himself to visit you before coming to Lucifer’s room, so he had the chance to
witness your beauty in your wedding dress before anyone else. But not too long after, he got kicked
out by your maids because he was overly excited.

“Like, I know wedding dresses are supposed to be glorious but this time, it’s like angels themselves
sewed the dress and decorated it with sparkles!”

“Asmo, if you don’t shut up for one second! ”

Is Lucifer jealous? A little bit.

“Aww, come on! I’m sure you’re excited too, right?” Asmo wiggled his eyebrow teasingly.

But before those two could continue their banter, Jean knocked on Lucifer’s door and peeked into
the room, “Your Highness, I’m here to inform you that the special guests arrived safely. They are
in Her Highness’s room as we speak.”

Lucifer let himself smile before hearing Jean continue, “Her Highness likes it very much. She told
me to relay a thank you to Your Highness.”

He nodded and dismissed Jean to continue with his work.

“Who are the special guests, Lucifer?” Asmo asked.

“Her family.”
You let your tears flow as you hugged those familiar figures tightly. How you’ve missed them so
much.

With restricted communication throughout these three months, you barely knew what happened to
your family.

“Come on now, don’t cry. You’ll ruin your makeup.”

“Yeah sis, you’re dressed beautifully only to have your makeup ruined? What a shame…”

“My daughter is so beautiful… You’ve grown up now…”

“You’ll be watching me today, right?” You gave them a smile.

“Of course, we will. Don’t worry, we’re here for you.”

You were thankful.

Thankful for your family’s understanding.

Thankful for their safety.

Thankful for Lucifer’s actions.

About 15 minutes after being left alone for the reunion with your family, Marie came into your
room to inform you that they’d have to start reapplying your makeup and put the dress on because
the ceremony was about to begin.

You bade your family goodbye as Jean led them to the wedding hall.

Everything was white; pure; free from stain.

Innocence; is how you describe him when you first saw him twenty years ago.

Simplicity; is how you describe the relationship you two shared as a child.

A fresh start; is what you’re hoping to achieve after reuniting with him three months ago.

The new beginning; the new chapter of your life; the new family you’ll have.

It was arranged for you to walk down the aisle with his brothers, starting with Belphie and Beel as
the youngest.

You linked both your arms with Beel and Belphie as they assisted you with smiles on their faces.

“Please take care of my brother, MC,” Beel said while still looking upfront.

“And do tell us if he’s hurting you. We’ll throw some punches on his face should he do that.”
Belphie chuckled.

You remembered the warm hug Beel gave you in the garden while you were still sobbing.

You remembered the gentle way he persuaded you to take breaks and have some snacks with him.

You remembered the gentle pats on your head as Belphie wiped your tears with his handkerchief.
You remembered the teasing he did while securing your hold on the horse to make sure you don’t
fall while horse riding.

“Thank you Beel, Belphie.”

They passed you to Satan and Asmo who’s also giving you a gentle smile. You linked your arms
around theirs and continued your journey.

“Sorry for interrupting your first kiss with Lucifer. But you can have one later, right? Just tell that
pompous peacock to lay off my back already.” Satan sighed.

“You look absolutely gorgeous, MC. Lucifer is so lucky to have an amazing bride like you. And
I’m lucky too~ I get to have a great sister,” Asmo joyfully stated.

You remembered the night Satan showed you the video clip of the royal wedding in the library,
along with his advice and words of encouragement.

You remembered the further explanation and tutoring he gave every weekend.

You remembered Asmo’s kind words when you first arrived at this palace, helping you be at ease
and making you feel welcome.

You remembered how he helped you practise for your dance by being your dancing partner every
day, along with some tips and comments on how to improve.

“Thank you, Satan, Asmo.”

And they finally passed you to the oldest pair of the six, one was very composed while the other
was close to breaking down in tears.

Which one is which? We’ll find out in the next paragraphs.

“I… I can’t believe it… My older brother… is… is now married? And… And I have… a
sister…?” Mammon sniffled.

“It’s not new, Mammon! Why are you like this?” Levi sighed, “Anyway, congrats on this
ceremony. And congrats too for melting that ice-cold heart. We may not be present on your first
one, but we’re all here to witness you for today. So don’t be afraid.”

You remembered Mammon’s initiative to take you around the palace for a tour, introducing you to
several places and making you feel less anxious about the massive palace ground.

You remembered his detailed explanations and instructions on how to run away from your maids
should you feel the need to take a break.

You remembered the slow warm-up you had with Levi, which soon turned out to be the best
friendship you’ve ever had.

You remembered when he took one whole day to explain to you about the hidden meanings of every
action that nobles could do; to save you from being humiliated should they dare to do such things
to you.

“Thank you, Mammon, Levi.” You gave them all a smile.

Turning your attention back to the front, you saw Simeon with the most joyful expression you’ve
ever seen on a priest.
And to his left, was Lucifer, who’s standing proudly with eyes as gentle as snow when they fell
upon your figure.

You started climbing the stairs carefully, grabbing the hem of your dress to avoid stepping on the
glittery fabric and risking the possibility of tripping in front of these crowds.

You took the hand Lucifer extended to you and squeezed it gently, finding support in him. He
reciprocated the action and you saw his sincere smile for once.

How beautiful.

This man in front of you is beautiful.

The man you’ve come to learn.

The man you’ve come to trust.

The man you’ve come to love.

A rocky start; that’s the phrase to describe your whole relationship with him. Be it twenty years
ago or three months ago, both Lucifer didn’t seem to have good chemistry with you.

Or so you thought.

With great communication and understanding, you’ve come to learn that he was only trying his
best.

With great time spent together, you’ve come to trust the so-called Ice Cold Prince of the Eastern
Kingdom.

With great evaluation and observation, you’ve come to love Lucifer, both as the Prince and as
himself.

Eyeing your family sitting on the front rows of the seat and the King who’s sitting on his throne at
the right side of the hall, you turned your attention back to Simeon.

“We’ll read the vows now.”

Vows, huh?

.::.

“So, how exactly are we doing this again?” Lucifer asked.

“To be honest, I don’t really know. They just said their promises while holding each others’
hands.” You shrugged.

You took Lucifer’s hands to yours.

“Then, let’s say our promises,” you started, “I promise to meet you here again tomorrow. And
after tomorrow. And the day after that and also every other day!”

.::.

“I pledge to honour you, love you and cherish you as my husband today and every day.”
.::.

“Oh! And I also promise to be your friend for the rest of my life. You’re really funny.” You
laughed.

.::.

“I promise to be your guiding light in the darkness, a warming comfort in the cold, and a shoulder
to lean on when life is too much to bear on your own.”

.::.

“I also promise to bring you to that ice cream shop again. Their ice creams are delicious, right?”

.::.

“Today, surrounded by all of our loved ones, I choose you to be my husband. I am proud to be your
wife and to join my life with yours. I vow to support you, inspire you, and love you always. For as
long as we both shall live, I will be by your side—for better or worse, in sickness and health, for
richer or poorer. You are my one and only, today and every day.”

.::.

“I also promise to meet you here again tomorrow. And every day after that,” Lucifer started.

.::.

“Forever with you will not be enough, but from this day forward, I vow to make the most of every
moment we share together.”

.::.

“I promise to be your friend too. And I hope to bring you back to my home one day, you’ll love it!”

“Wow! Really? You’d bring me there?” You beamed.

Lucifer smiled and nodded.

.::.

“Today I join my life to yours, not simply as your husband, but as your friend, your lover, and your
biggest supporter. Let me be the shoulder you lean on and the companion of your life.”

.::.

“And I promise to bring more money so we can eat all the ice cream we want!” Lucifer cheered.

.::.

“You have taught me that two people joined together with respect, trust, and open communication
can be far stronger and happier than each could ever be alone. You are the strength I didn’t know I
needed and the joy that I didn’t know I lacked. Today, I choose to spend the rest of my life with
you.”

You felt a tear drop down to your cheek as you stared lovingly into his eyes.
Who would’ve thought that greeting the lonely kid by the swings had been one of the biggest
turning points of your life?

“As the High Priest, I lend my power to bless this royal wedding. May we witness another great era
ruled by compassionate rulers and witness the new young intelligent rulers in the future.” Simeon
handed the rings to you two as you exchanged them with each other.

Simeon continued, “You may now kiss the bride.”

Lucifer gently cupped your cheek and slowly leaned in, “We couldn’t finish this the other day.
Let’s hope no one interrupts us this time.”

You grinned happily and leaned closer, finally closing the distance between you two.

Cheers filled both the hall and the outside, as people gathered to witness the ceremony on the LED
display screens placed outside the palace. Reporters alike started broadcasting the scenes to their
respective news channels and tons of confetti were thrown everywhere.

The King then stood up from his seat and walked up the stage towards the couple, signalling the
time for the next event; the blessing by the current ruler of the Kingdom.

He stood in front of you two and placed his hands on top of your head and Lucifer’s as you two
kneeled down.

“I give my blessing and prayers for the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess. May you live your
life in joy, alongside each other.”

Another cheer filled the whole room.

“Be happy, my child,” the King said, before turning his attention to you, “And please support my
son as you do now. I believe you are the best thing to have happened in his life.”

“I will do, Your Majesty.” You bowed deeply, showing the utmost respect to the King.

Thunderous claps were heard after you finished the last step of your dance; being ever so graceful,
just like Madam Leela taught you. And you’re honestly really satisfied with your performance this
time around.

After performing a curtsy to the crowd, you found Lucifer standing beside you and giving yet
another smile. You wished to treasure today as it is one of the rarest days where you saw Lucifer
lay off his princely mask and be himself for once.

He pulled you away from the centre of the hall and back to the stage where you both took your
seats on your thrones beside the King and the Princes.

The guests were now preparing for their turns to give their congrats and blessings to the new
couple.

“You did a great job,” Lucifer said.

“Thank you,” you intertwined your hand with his, “And thank you for bringing my family here
today.” The feeling of the cold metal ring on your ring finger made your heart swell with
happiness.

But observing the unfamiliar faces around the hall made it harder to breathe somehow.
 Because your job as a Princess starts now.

You must have looked disturbed for a moment because you felt Lucifer’s forefinger pull your chin
up and said, “You are the official Crown Princess now.”

You found yourself smiling again to reassure him you’re fine.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be here with you all the time,” Lucifer stated, “Because that is my vow to you.”

Chapter End Notes

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This is my favourite chapter to write ><

 Chapter 10 : Her Hidden Colours
Chapter Notes

*beta read by Nixie06

TW: Insults and a few sentences of physical attack

Disclaimer: All the discussion about political statements in this chapter is strictly
fictional and highly related to my world-building. I don’t mean to offend anybody.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

The first few weeks were quite okay, you could say. Nothing major really happened. Nothing to be
noted.

And your work was surprisingly easy too.

“I have to monitor the country’s finances?”

“Yes, it was under the Crown Princess’s jurisdiction. Although you still have other things to
monitor, your main one is finance,” Lucifer explained.

You eyed Lucifer warily.

“What?”

“You sure you didn’t just make that one up? I mean, I’m used to handling financial stuff… And
coincidentally , my main area in this seat is also about finance. Are you really sure?”

“MC, did you perhaps forget page 683 of ‘The Royal Law’, in paragraph 4 line 7–”

“You’re insane, Lucifer!” Your eyes widened.

He then broke down into a laugh before continuing, “What I’m trying to say is, I’m not making
that one up. Princesses really do monitor the country’s finances. It’s because you’ll be doing the
same thing once you become a Queen or Empress.”

Let’s ignore the fact that you forgot about these facts and rejoice because it’s going a lot easier for
you. Say thank you to those 4 years of being an accountant!

But just as Lucifer said, there were other things you had to monitor. And thus, made you be more
cautious in making decisions since they weren’t something you’re used to.

Today, you were going to accompany Lucifer to his meeting with the Heads of the Houses. He
mentioned that it’d be good practice for you so you agreed to join.

It was known to you that some of the nobles still have a hard time accepting you as the Princess.
And you’re pretty sure Lucifer was trying to prove a point or something by asking you to join
along.

But it wasn’t just you though, all of the Princes were there too.
“We have a full house today,” Satan joked before you all entered the hall.

You took your seat beside Lucifer and Mammon and listened well to the issues discussed. You
could catch up on quite a few things presented and it honestly made you feel proud.

Your lessons were really helpful.

“The issue brought up by one of the commoners in the audience hall yesterday mentioned our
country’s healthcare.”

You listened intently.

“I suggest we appoint royal physicians to the commoners to ensure our country’s healthcare will be
at its best,” one of the speakers suggested.

'Hmmm…’ It seemed like a good suggestion.

But the grim look on all of the Princes’ expressions were quite obvious.

“Princess, what do you think?” Lucifer suddenly broke the silence in the meeting hall.

This caused you to startle in your seat.

For about an hour and a half of you being there, he never asked you to speak, so why the sudden
change of plan?

“Umm… I do think the idea is good,” you nodded slightly, “However, I don’t think it’s wise to
appoint royal physicians to treat the commoners. Because royal physicians deserve to charge their
clients and patients with high prices, and commoners will not be able to pay for them. It will only
cause more strain in the relationship between nobles and commoners.”

Satan, Beel and Lucifer smiled beside you.

“But what I think we should do instead, is to appoint some royal physicians to help check on our
medical schools’ syllabus. Young doctors and nurses alike can learn the same syllabus as the royal
physicians and thus, improving their quality of education. This way, royal physicians can keep
charging their patients with high prices as they are qualified for, and also for commoners to be able
to afford the same quality of healthcare at a lower price.”

A long silence commenced in the meeting hall.

'I gave the wrong answers, didn’t I…?’

You felt uneasy in your seat and started to hang your head low when Lucifer said, “I see the same
thing as the Princess.”

“Royal physicians are trained with many life experiences. They are qualified and entitled to be
charging their patients a higher price than normal medical doctors. If we appoint them to the
commoners, they will think it’s unfair. Both for their qualifications and all their hard work over the
years,” Satan explained.

The nobles all nodded and understood the final decision. Thus, agreeing to work together on
finding the perfect solution for everybody.

“Was I wrong? I’m so sorry! I feel like I’ve said something wrong…” You bit your lower lip
nervously.

You and the Princes were walking back to your respective study when you felt the need to talk
about what happened.

“No, what you said made sense actually,” Levi replied.

“Yeah, and I feel like we should start checking our hospitals’ supplies and stuff. The commoners
won’t mention this to us if there’s nothing wrong,” Asmo mentioned.

“Beel, can I leave this to you?” Lucifer said.

“Of course. I’ll start checking tomorrow. I hope it’s nothing serious, though.”

Hearing their words made you sigh in relief. Then, you felt Lucifer’s hand lightly grab yours
beside you. You turned your head to look over to him and witnessed his gentle smile, “Great job,
MC.”

You felt your nerves die down completely after hearing his comment.

You were slowly gaining the favour of the nobles with your smart thinking after that incident. But
of course, not all people will like your presence, right?

“Your Highness?” Rose’s call made you look up from the logbook you’ve been studying for the
past one hour.

She seemed uneasy, “Umm… I have been told that there’s a bit of trouble happening in the East
Wing…”

“Trouble?”

“Lady Nara from House of Ravenour…”

“Oh? A guest? Then, bring her to my waiting room,” you said, already standing up from your seat
and getting ready to meet your guest. But Rose remained standing without budging; her expression
a bit remorseful.

“Rose?”

“Lady Nara was…” Rose bit her lower lips nervously before continuing her sentence.

Clacks of heels echoed throughout the long hallway as you remained composed after hearing your
maid’s statement. Rose and your knights followed you closely, equally worried about your next
action.

You smirked slowly while your feet still caught up to the pace you’ve set.

“Lady Nara was apprehended by the palace knights because she was throwing insults to Your
Highness… She also trespassed into the palace grounds and demanded to see you…”

You’ve reached your destination within a few minutes.

“Unhand me!” You heard.

“Miss! This is the palace ground, and your actions are considered a felony! You deserved to be put
on trial with your actions!”

“I didn’t do anything! I was just telling that woman to stay in her lane!”

Hearing another insult left her mouth, the knights were ready to throw her in the dungeon when–

“Stand down.”

All movements halted.

“Your Highness–”

“It’s alright. Lady Nara is a lady from a prestigious house. Such acts were not necessary to
apprehend her,” you approached the scene calmly, “And she is still my guest so please do not harm
her.”

You stood before her and saw the knights slowly releasing her at your order. You extended your
hand to the lady, “Are you alright, Miss?”

But that didn’t help die down the hatred in her eyes because she started attacking you.

Already guessing her next move, you instinctively moved to your side, failing whatever feeble
attempt she tried to do to you.

Quick to their feet, the knights swiftly apprehended and handcuffed her.

Insulting is one thing, but trying to attack a royal family is a serious act of crime.

“It was because of you!” the lady shouted while glaring with bitter hatred, “His Highness is the
love of my life! I’ve been dreaming of becoming the Princess since I was little! This is my dream!
My life! I’m the one who was supposed to wear that dress! I’m the one who was supposed to be
standing at your place! I’m the one who was supposed to be dancing that dance! Not you! Not your
lowly commoner self!”

“I bet His Highness didn’t even love you! You’re just here acting as a puppet for His Highness to
grab the public’s heart. You’re nothing!” she spat.

You only smiled cunningly.

“Miss,” you said with eyes that could kill, “I know where I belong. I know my place. And I
certainly respect all the nobles. But if this is the kind of act a lady from the most prestigious House
in the Eastern Kingdom do,” you leaned closer, “Then, it’s no doubt for your seat to be taken by a
commoner like me.”

The heavy words slapped her harder than any physical attack would ever do.

The tension in the air was heavy and thick. But the knights present discovered a new fact.

'Their mistress is not someone to be messed with.’

You may look docile and passive, but you certainly were not naïve.

And Lady Nara certainly wasn’t aware of the strong support you have in the royal family.
Especially your good relationship with Lucifer.
Speaking of the devil, the knights paled up when they saw you—or more accurately, the person
standing behind you.

“How dare you! You don’t have the right to say that to me! I’m a noble! You’re just a commoner!
You don’t deserve to be here! Go back to that dirty hole you’ve crept from!”

“Clearly trying to negotiate and settle things peacefully wasn’t an option,” you sighed and shook
your head, “Bring her out. And ban her from stepping into this place ever again.”

“No, throw her in the dungeon.”

You snapped your head to look over your back, surprising yourself to see Lucifer. The expression
on his face was something you’d never seen before.

Disgust. Resentment. Rage.

“This is a serious act of crime. I might punish you to be executed if you’re not careful.”

No wonder the knights were alarmed in the first place.

“And let’s see who your father will save. You, or your family’s title.”

“No! Wait! Forgive me, Your Highness! I didn’t mean it!”

But it was pointless because Lucifer didn’t bat an eye in her direction any longer. The main
objective in his mind was to make sure you’re okay.

“Love…” Lucifer grabbed your hand and squeezed it, observing your reaction for any
disappointment on the lady’s hurtful comments. He felt himself heaved a sigh of relief when he
noticed you didn’t take whatever madness the lady was spewing into heart.

Turning his head, he witnessed the knights who were pulling the lady to the dungeon while she
still screamed for forgiveness.

“Isn’t your punishment too harsh? I mean, she’s just blinded by jealousy…”

“Serves her right. No one berates my wife like that.” Lucifer instinctively pulled you closer by your
waist, ignoring the staring eyes of your maid and his knights who were not involved in
apprehending Lady Nara.

“I didn’t realise His Highness is sought after by women all across the nation,” you joked, slightly
pulling yourself away from his grasp.

“Are you jealous?”

“Jealous? Nah…” you giggled, already walking away to continue your work, “I grew up in a place
where people glorify you for every single thing you do. I’m immune to your charm.”

“Hmm… bold words coming from a person who embroidered a royal emblem for me.”

Several sharp gasps were heard from the people around you, including Rose. “Your Highness…!”
She covered her mouth with her hand, completely shocked by her mistress' bold action.

You felt your whole body heated up from his comments and the stares from his knights.

Wanting no longer to be teased by Lucifer, you quickly left for your study, knowing full well he
was giving you a smug grin behind your back.

The problem with the House of Ravenour was solved almost immediately the next day.

Lady Nara profusely apologised to you and Lucifer for her behaviour. Even the Head of the House
shamefully bowed down to you.

“I apologised for my daughter’s disgraceful actions, Your Highnesses. I beg you, please do not
punish my daughter. She is my one and only butterfly. My remaining life after my wife passed
away… I beg you, Your Highnesses.”

Lucifer, of course, didn’t show any regret in making his decision but he knew you were the one
who had to make the last call. So he didn’t interfere and gave you a chance to handle it.

“At ease, Lord Andreas, Lady Nara.”

Lucifer only eyed you while you continued.

“I accept your apologies. However, should such actions be done against me or anyone else around
me again, I will not hesitate to exile the entire House of Ravenour from this country.”

Upon hearing the less harsh punishment but the most shameful of all, they bowed deeply, thanking
you and promising to never cross the line again.

“You can leave,” Lucifer ordered coldly.

After finding the audience hall empty again—except for several knights keeping guard and
Lucifer’s secretary standing not too far away from him—he turned his attention back to you.

“You’re too kind for your own good.”

You only smiled, “My dad once told me, if you treat people with kindness–”

“–then people will be kind to us too, yes I remember that. But they’ll definitely ridicule you again
should you be too soft in your punishment.”

“Lucifer,” you grabbed his gloved hand, “Being kind and letting people step all over you is
different. That one is me showing my compassion, the next one is me setting my boundaries. I
doubt Lady Nara will do it again.” You pressed your lips together to hide the smirk that threatened
to emerge.

“And, at least now I have some good favour among the nobles.” You winked playfully.

No words could describe how proud Lucifer felt right at that moment. Seeing you refusing to back
down and succumb to the nobles’ pressure made him fall for you even more.

The pride in him only increased day by day when he watched you in action. What was he so
worried about in the first place?

But one thing is for sure.

He didn’t regret going so far to make you his.

Focusing back on the issue at hand, the hearing of problems and concerns from the public
continued.
Everything went smooth and with your presence beside him, Lucifer didn’t seem too stressed even
though the hearing for the day was longer than usual.

It was the last hearing before Lucifer had another meeting to attend, so he leaned back comfortably
and sat through the concern presented by the Head of Psychology Department from one of the
biggest universities in the kingdom.

“Our data has shown quite a shocking increase in the number of phone calls for some counselling
sessions with our psychiatrists these past few months. I believe it’s going to keep increasing due to
the news about our border.”

Her words rendered Lucifer speechless. He then turned his attention to you, who was still sitting
calmly in your seat.

The discussion he had with you two days ago flashed back into his mind.

“Lucifer, are we going to war or something?”

He looked up from Levi’s report file and replied, “Not really. But the situation at the border is a
bit concerning…”

“No wonder… I saw you allocated more of our money to the national security and defence force.”
You nodded your head without looking up from the logbook on your hand.

“But I have to say, we need to pay extra attention to our people. If news regarding our security at
the border spreads throughout the country, which I think it already has, they will feel more
anxious about their safety. My concern is the villagers near the border. They won’t move even if
we ask them to, so more armies should be stationed over there, right?”

“Yes, that is my plan.”

“But the more frequent they see armies patrolling the area, the more stressed they’ll become… I
think we need to allocate a bit more of our funds to the National Psychology Unit. And maybe have
a team specified to help calm them down so they can go about with their daily life in ease?”

Wow…

“I have allocated some of our funds to the National Psychology Unit, although it still wasn’t
discussed in the Court yet. But I’ll look into this matter more. Rest easy, your concern is valid and
we will take action,” Lucifer said.

“Thank you so much, Your Highnesses.” She bowed deeply before leaving the audience hall.

Still a bit amazed by the future Queen’s smart thinking, he extended his hand for you to grab;
which you did as he gave you a side hug.

“MC.”

“Yes?”

“You never fail to surprise me. Excellent work, Love.” Lucifer cupped your cheek and ran his
thumb on your cheek as a form of affection.
If you both weren’t in public, Lucifer would probably kiss you right now because of your cute
blushing face.

People said when you are busy yourself, you won’t notice how fast time flies.

And that saying is true because you didn’t even realise you’ve made your public debut for almost
four months now, due to the amount of work you had.

Everything was going well.

You started gaining the nobles’ trust one by one, and the public was very fond of your caring traits
toward them.

And as for your relationship with Lucifer?

It has gotten even stronger.

If the old Lucifer refused to show his true self to anyone—even to his brothers—now, he’s more at
ease with the ones he trusts. He wasn’t afraid of asking for help and guidance should he feel the
need for one.

An excellent progress if you ask me…

You smiled to yourself as you fastened your pace to Lucifer’s study. Wanting to see him for a
work-related matter, you told your intention to Jean before he went inside the room to inform him
of your arrival.

“Let her in.” You heard him say.

“This way, Your Highness.”

“Thank you, Jean.” You gave a smile towards the butler.

Sitting behind his desk, Lucifer was still finishing his paperwork with a grim expression. He
looked really tired.

“Can I help you, MC?”

“I just want to discuss the issue with our healthcare services, but…”

Lucifer looked up from his work only to see you smiling softly at him.

He really did look exhausted. Almost as if he’s ready to collapse anytime soon.

“Jean, could you please leave the room for a while?” You ordered.

“As you wish, Your Highness.”

Hearing the door click behind you, you took this chance to approach him and stood by his side.

Instantly, Lucifer linked his arms around your waist and pulled you closer before hiding his face on
your body, basking in your comfort and presence.

Smiling a little, you ran your fingers through his hair, “Rough day?”

“Hmm…”
“You want to take a break?”

Pulling away, he looked up to you and nodded.

You lead him to one of the couches in his study and sit beside him, your hand never leaving his.

Lucifer rested his head on your shoulder and intertwined his fingers to yours. He pulled your hand
to observe the shiny wedding ring on your finger, still feeling the intense pride whenever he saw it.

“Was everything okay at the meeting hall earlier?”

“Not really.” Lucifer sighed heavily.

You patted his head gently and told him to rest for as long as he wanted.

“Thank you, Love.”

You gave the crown of his head a soft kiss before offering, “Want to lay down on my lap?”

But Lucifer smirked instead, “I never thought you’re bolder than you already are.”

“I was just trying to make you rest comfortably!”

“Okay, okay. Sorry, I’ll stop teasing you.” He chuckled.

Lucifer let loose completely and rested his head on your lap, feeling rather sleepy when you played
with his hair like this, “How was your day, Love?”

“Normal. It was okay, but the issue with the hospitals’ supplies still worries me. Beel reported that
only a few of the hospitals are in need of more funds but I feel like I should go there myself. I sent
in a request for more funds, thus why I’m here to meet you. I need your signature.”

“Alright, I’ll get back to it,” Lucifer wanted to sit back up but you stopped him, “No, it’s fine. That
can wait. I just want you to rest now. You’ve been working so hard lately. Don’t force yourself too
much.”

“Happy to know someone’s worried about me,” he sighed contently, “But don’t worry, I’m used to
this.”

“Okay, get some rest now Mr Used-To-This…” you giggled.

Nothing beats letting yourself loose after a tiring day of work.

Nothing beats having a nap for a few minutes after several days of not sleeping comfortably.

Nothing beats having the person you love sitting close to you and giving you comfort when you
need it the most.

But the peace wasn’t for long before Jean frantically swung open the door without knocking,
“Apologies Your Highnesses!”

He looked really pale as he eyed you two, “His Majesty! His Majesty is…”

This alarmed you both as you two quickly stood up from your seat and made your way to the
King’s Palace, followed by a panicky Jean behind you two.
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 Chapter 11 : Your Majesty
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“His Majesty! His Majesty is…”

You’ve never run in heels before—except for that time the scary manager in your former company
demanded the report that was supposed to be handed in a day before—but fortunately, you
certainly managed to not slip while doing so right now.

Lucifer was already far in front of you, so he was the one who opened the door to the King’s room.
You arrived a few seconds after him, along with Jean following through.

The atmosphere in the room was filled with sorrow and grief.

You witnessed Mammon and Asmo kneeling down beside the King, with Mammon holding his
father’s hand.

You witnessed Levi sitting on the bed near the footboard, hanging his head down low.

You witnessed the twins standing not too far behind Levi; with Belphie side hugging Beel.

You witnessed Satan standing behind Asmo, squeezing Asmo’s shoulder to comfort his brother.

And you witnessed Lucifer, standing frozen without any movement upon seeing the scene in front
of him.

Your throat constricted as you looked over to the King who was already too weak to sit up. Your
eyes started blurring due to tears forming and you gripped your fist tight, hoping you’d find some
strength.

“Don’t cry, Mammon, Asmo…” you heard him say, weakly wiping Mammon’s tears.

“You all have been very good children. I hope you continue supporting each other like you do
now.”

He then looked over to you and Lucifer, “And help support your eldest brother and sister too.”

“We will,” Satan said, representing all of them. His grip on Asmo’s shoulder tightened as he forced
himself not to cry in front of the King.

“Lucifer…”
The attention shifted to the eldest.

Mammon, Asmo and Satan made way for Lucifer.

He approached the King and slowly kneeled down beside his bed, taking Mammon’s spot. His
expression was unreadable but only fools wouldn’t notice those trembling hands of his.

“Son…”

“It’s alright, Father. I’m here.” Lucifer grabbed his hand.

“Take good care of this kingdom… I believe in you…”

“Talk no more, Father. You need to rest.”

“I’m not… going to be here… for long…”

“Don’t say that!” Lucifer unexpectedly raised his voice.

Mammon’s cries intensified. Beside him, Asmo hid his crying face with his hand while the twins
comforted Levi upon hearing his soft cries. Satan turned his head away, not wanting to see further
in fear he’d breakdown in tears; although a drop of tear was already seen falling from his eyes.

You, on the other hand, could only do so much other than cry along.

You felt your heart throbbed in pain.

The King has been nothing but kind to you ever since you stepped into this place. Even though he’s
a royal, not once did he ever look down on you or your status. He even welcomed you warmly to
his palace, his kingdom, his home.

You did visit the King several times after that. Mostly, it was with Lucifer but there were also
times when you visited him alone. And he shared everything with you. His experiences, his life
lessons, and even some cute secrets about the Princes when they’re all still young and wild.

Your visits became more frequent on the days you’re missing your home and your family.

And the King never denied your presence as he was too happy to get to know you just as much as
you do to him. You really gained a new father figure.

He gave you secrets and tips to woo Lucifer’s heart—totally clueless that the other party was
already head over heels for you.

He gave you some insights into his vision for the country.

And he also gave you words of encouragement to keep going.

Not to forget on the days that you passed out from overworking, he even got up from his bed to
give you a visit—although the royal physician strictly forbade him from visiting due to his already
weak condition.

But of course, if you’re already feeling such sorrow, what would that make the brothers?

Through your lenses of tears, you could vaguely make out his smiling face before it slowly
disappeared; accompanied along with the intensified wailing of cries from the others.
Couldn’t take it any longer, your knees buckled and you had to lean back to the wall for support.

You saw Lucifer looking down to his hand as the royal physician announced, “Time of death, 3:48
p.m.”

The whole kingdom went into mourning.

Condolences were expressed by the nobles and commoners alike; making you gain the strength to
keep moving.

But of course, that’s only you…

You couldn’t help but worry about Lucifer and his brothers.

Although the Princes were slowly recovering from their bereavement, you could clearly see they
needed more time.

But a country can’t go too long without a King to rule them. Although it wasn’t an appropriate time
yet, it was the most important thing to be done; both for the kingdom and the people.

So the coronation ceremony was said to be held 3 days from now.

The attendants in the palace were very busy preparing for the ceremony and you couldn’t help but
busied yourself along. Mainly due to the increasing workload and also as a coping mechanism.

‘Wait a minute! A coping mechanism?’

Your heart started pounding inside your chest before you stood up from your seat abruptly and
went for the door.

You encountered Jean who was already there, looking troubled and restless.

“Your Highness…” Jean’s expression told you everything you need to know.

How could you be so blind?

Your mind flashed back to the scene in the King’s room yesterday.

Lucifer was wearing his unreadable masks.

He was standing tall despite having his hands trembling in fear.

He raised his voice accidentally out of fear.

He never shed tears while his brothers all cried.

He never shed tears.

Lucifer was hiding himself again.

“His Highness never left his study at all yesterday. He didn’t sleep and he hasn’t eaten anything.
And he kept me out of his study today too. I’m very worried, Your Highness.”

“Do you have the key to his study?” you said, already walking towards the destination.
“I do, but I’m afraid His Highness is going to be mad if I invade his space again,” Jean said,
following you along.

Those words described his effort that failed once.

“It’s alright. I’ll take full responsibility this time,” you said, fastening your pace.

Click!

Lucifer clicked his tongue in annoyance. What part of wanting to be alone did his butler not
understand?

The grip on his pen tightened and he looked up from the paperwork; only to see someone else
walking into the room.

You were close to breaking down in tears again when you saw his condition, “Lucifer, please don’t
do this.”

Something in him throbbed at the sight of you but he only felt annoyed. Furious even.

“Do what? Finishing my work like I’m supposed to?” His words were full of thorns.

“No, isolating yourself from everyone else…”

“What do you know?!”

Your breath hitched and your pupils shook with surprise.

“What do you know, huh? You’re not the one in my position! You’re not the one who constantly
has to keep watching your steps! You’re not the one who always faced the public’s backlash!
You’re not the one who has to keep up with the pressure set by the public! And you’re certainly not
the one who just lost a family member!”

“You don’t know anything!” Lucifer lashed out.

The long silence in the room was deafening. You both stood right where you were without making
a move.

Only then did he sober up and realised his mistake.

Again. He did again. He hurt you again.

Lucifer felt his throat choking on himself at the sight of your pained expression.

His mind wanted to apologise; to hold you close and tell you he didn’t mean what he said.

But his body remained stuck to his feet, refusing to move.

His mind screamed again and again.

But his heart told him he didn’t deserve you.

All you ever did was to comfort him but he had to go and lashed out at you instead.

Again, his throat threatened to constrict himself but he felt no tears forming in his eyes.
When was the last time he ever cried anyway?

Lucifer was too occupied with his thoughts and blames to even realise his masks were breaking
apart for failing to keep his composure. But his focus snapped back into the present when he felt a
soft touch on his hand.

Not daring to look up at you, he remained hanging his head low.

“Dear, look at me,” you said before caressing his cheek with gentle care.

You entered his vision by lifting his chin gently using your forefinger. You gave a small smile
while stepping closer to him, already holding his hands and squeezing them gently for comfort

Everything you did obviously depicted the tender and loving care you had for him.

“I’m sorry if I invaded your personal space. I just want you to take a break. You didn't sleep last
night, right? And yesterday, you looked exhausted. I’m really worried about you, Dear.”

Lucifer was speechless.

“I know you didn’t mean it, so stop blaming yourself. And stop hiding yourself from me. I know I
can’t be of much help to you when it comes to the country’s affairs, but at least, I want to be by
your side when you need it; as your wife…”

You slowly closed your distance with him by wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him
in for a hug.

“We’re husband and wife, right? We’re supposed to share our problems with each other. We’re
supposed to lean on each other when we need it. We’re supposed to be the light to each other’s
darkness. After all, that’s our vows. ”

“MC…”

“Dear, you should know that anyone can cry if they want to. There’s no saying that men who
didn’t cry were stronger than those who did. In fact, you’re even stronger if you admit your
emotional thoughts rather than suppress them. Because then, your only escape was to lash out at
the ones you care about, causing you more pain.”

Your words made him feel remorse.

“I love you, Lucifer. And I won’t take your words to heart. That’s not you, I know. So please…”
your grip on his waist tightened, “Please come back to me; to us. We’re all worried about you.”

Right at that moment, Lucifer felt something wet touch his cheek.

His heart screamed out in pain and ease at the same time, finally realising the last time he ever did
the same thing was 17 years ago when he first faced the pressure of the political world.

How he missed this feeling.

The sensation of letting yourself free.

Why did he lock himself away again?

And why did he ever have such ideals in the first place?
And what did he do in his previous life to deserve someone like you?

Lucifer leaned down to hide his face on your shoulder, grips tightening around your back and
letting himself go.

You felt his shoulders tremble and small wet spots formed on your shoulder. But no noise ever
escaped him; not even a squeak or a choked breath.

But it was alright. This is all you ever wanted anyway. You just want him to stop hiding himself.

So you reached your hand out to the back of his head and massaged it softly, while your other hand
drew small circles on his back.

“…'m sorry…”

“It’s alright. I understand,” you said, hands never stopping at making him comfortable.

It took him a while to calm down but you never complained. Even though your feet were starting to
hurt from standing up for too long, you didn’t mutter anything.

You just gave him the comfort he needed and let him be okay at his own pace.

When he finally pulled away, you caught those subtle red eyes of his, staring tiredly at you.

You caressed his cheek, his forehead and lastly, through his hair before planting soft kisses on his
forehead; both of his eyelids; the tip of his nose; his cheeks; his jaw and lastly, on his lips.

“Let’s eat something and rest for the day, okay?” you coaxed.

Lucifer only nodded slightly.

Considering you sent him off early to bed, you both had dinner separately that night.

You wished for him to recover all those times he didn’t get to sleep well and just rest. That’s the
best you could hope for. Because whether you both liked it or not, 2 days from now, you’d have to
face the public for your coronation ceremony.

Sighing heavily, you turned to your side and relaxed as you felt the cold side of the pillow touch
your cheek.

Thinking too much won’t solve the problem. And you also need to catch some Z’s since you
couldn’t sleep well last night.

Pushing these thoughts to the back of your head, you closed your eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep.
You only focused on that soft lavender scent of your room, making you feel more relaxed and
calm.

Just as your soul felt like it was levitating, you suddenly felt a hand slide under your waist. You
drew in a sharp breath and your eyes shot open before you immediately pushed off whoever the
hand belonged to from your bed.

You were about to scream when you saw the familiar black and red gradient eyes glaring back at
you. His black hair was dishevelled from the fall and he frowned deeply.

“Lucifer?! What the hell!” You gripped your pillow tight.

“Must you kick me that hard? It hurts, you know?”

“You scared the living crap out of me! What are you even doing in my room?! When did you get
here?”

“Sorry… But can I sleep beside you for today?” Lucifer ran a hand through his hair, further
disheveling it, before sitting on your bed once again.

You didn’t have the heart to reject his offer so you sighed heavily before agreeing.

He looked so much better than he did this evening and you felt yourself easing at his sight.

But you still weren’t satisfied with his answer, “How did you even get here anyway?”

Lucifer raised his eyebrow at that question, “By walking? ”

You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes, “I mean, how did you get here without anyone
asking or stopping you?”

You knew full well that knights were stationed to guard your door during the night, so his presence
in your room really surprised you.

“Why would they stop me? I’m your husband. I have every right to sleep in your room if I want
to.”

Good point, because you didn’t realise that’s a fact until he put it out loud.

To say you’re only flushing from his comment was an understatement, but thank goodness for the
lack of light in the room. At least he couldn’t tease you if he saw how red your face had become.

“Forget it. Let’s just sleep.”

You gave some space for him to lay down and turned your back against him, still very much
embarrassed with his previous comment.

Lucifer snuggled close behind your back and hid his face on your hair. His arms were back on your
waist and his breath tickled your neck. You tried not to squirm from the ticklish sensation.

This is the first time you two shared this kind of intimacy but you tried not to take it the other way.
He needed support and that’s what you’d give him.

You shifted and turned to face him again, lightly running your hand through his hair before kissing
him on his forehead, “Good night, Lucifer.”

He pulled you closer and replied, “Good night, Love.”

You couldn’t believe the man standing in front of you is the same man who was severely grieving
over the death of his father three days ago.

The same man was emitting intense charisma and presence. No doubt it would make others who
see him bowed down out of respect and admiration.

His princely presence made you forget the cold feet you had while standing on this stage in front of
others.
It wasn’t suffocating like you originally thought it was, but more of a comforting presence.

Maybe because it’s him; it’s Lucifer and not anyone else.

'So this is the kind of thing he’s capable of? No wonder he preferred to hide his true emotions…’

Looking back at things now, it wasn’t an easy journey.

Imagine growing up in a place where you know nothing about the royal setting. But one day, your
whole life started to change. Suddenly, you had a country to rule and citizens to care for.

You might have not made it this far if it wasn’t for the support you have.

And by realising the heavy responsibilities behind this job, you couldn’t bear to think what kind of
pressure Lucifer went through since he was young. He chose to hide himself, in fear of others
exploiting his weakness and trying to blackmail him to get the upper hand.

But such things could only gnaw at him from the inside. The very least you could do as his wife is
to soothe him and give him the comfort he needed.

You then listened attentively to the oath he took, knowing your turn was coming soon. The cold
feet was slowly creeping in again and the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach made you feel
sick.

It was now your turn to take the oath. You took a deep breath and started your oath-taking.

With every word you said, the heavy meaning behind it haunted you with pressure.

The responsibilities behind this seat were no joke; you knew.

But you promised to do your best.

After all, gaining the public and the nobles’ favour wasn’t an easy task too, but you proved
yourself wrong by entitling yourself to this seat with their approval.

You can do this. Yes, you can.

“With this oath, I take this crown and the responsibilities behind it; for the people; for the nation;
for the country; for the future.”

You felt the heavyweight of the crown on top of your head but successfully balanced it
nonetheless. You then spotted Lucifer giving a small smile in your direction before extending his
hand for you to take.

As soon as the royal couple finished their oath-taking, the Head of Knights, Sir Eluard led the
chants, “Long live the King!”

“Long live the King!”

“Long live the King!”

“Long live the King!”

“Long live the King!”

“Long live the King!”

The hint of sadness in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed by you, so you gripped his hand and squeezed it
gently for support.

Lucifer looked over to you and nodded slightly, appreciating your action before looking back to the
front

The real task starts now.

Despite just recovering from a mourning period, the country had to throw a celebration for the
newly crowned couple.

After all, it’s a tradition that symbolises a new era of the ruling, thus should be celebrated by the
whole kingdom.

Usually, when there are celebrations going on—be it the new year celebration or the winning of
war celebration—the palace will still be an off-ground place for commoners.

But for exceptional celebrations like these, the palace will open its gate to all the nobles and
commoners alike.

It is a time for them to have fun and celebrate with each other, after all.

Having attended a celebration party like this for the second time,—the first one was during your
wedding celebration four months ago—you didn’t feel quite as nervous as the first one.

It’s times like these where your lessons with Madam Leela mattered the most, as you had to present
yourself to everyone; so you have to keep your etiquette and formality in check.

Although Mammon had warned you that nobles can be pretty boring at times with their topic of
discussion, you had to keep listening and make alliances with these people.

“I do hope your business runs well, Lady Grace. Maybe we can discuss further on this later? I’ll
send you my invites for some tea time with me.”

“Is that so, Your Majesty? Oh! I’m so excited! I’ve been wanting to get closer to you since
forever!”

You only smiled sweetly at her replies.

“My Queen,” you both turned towards the source of the call, “Excuse me, Lady Grace, for I shall
take the Queen with me.”

“It’s alright, Your Majesty. I’ll take my leave now.” She performed a curtsy before running off
excitedly towards the other group of ladies gathering in a corner. Bragging about her new
achievement perhaps?

“Everything alright, Lucifer?”

“Yes, I just want to introduce you to–”

“Ah! The Queen! Finally, we’re able to meet each other,” a man with red hair and tan skin smiled
proudly towards you.

His aura was a lot different than Lucifer and he presented himself at ease even if his name was
well known across the kingdoms and empires.
You know this man all too well…

Lucifer sighed heavily, having his words cut off before he could explain further, “–The Emperor of
the Western Empire.”

You couldn’t show your excitement literally so you portrayed it by giving the widest smile you’ve
ever given to anyone, “A pleasure to meet you, Your Imperial Majesty.”

“Please, just call me Diavolo. Any friend of Lucifer is a friend of mine. Although, now you are
more than friends.” He chuckled.

His words made you giggle along.

“I apologised for not attending your wedding ceremony the other day. I had too much work to take
care of but I’m here today to give support to you two. As well as condolences for your loss.”

“It’s alright. I understand,” Lucifer replied curtly.

“I appreciate you coming here today despite your never-ending work. Thank you,” you said.

“Oh, I forgot to introduce you to my right-hand man, Grand Duke Barbatos.” Diavolo gestured to
the calm man standing beside him.

“A pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty,” Barbatos bowed; to which you nodded and smiled,
“Likewise.”

“Say, you used to be one of my citizens, right? Perhaps you can share some of your past worries
with me? I want to gather as much concern from the public as possible.”

Ah… there’s your idol…

“I would love to, Your Imperial Majesty.”

Diavolo chuckled again, “It’s alright, you can be informal with me.”

“I possibly can’t, Your Imperial Majesty. I’m not used to this!” You felt yourself blushed a little.

“Then perhaps we should be friends as well? To ease you from it? I’m not too strict on etiquette,
you know?”

You only managed to smile while trying to calm down from the excitement of meeting him.

'He’s so awesome!’

“Diavolo, thank you for coming and I hope you enjoy the party. But please excuse me, I’ll be
retiring early for today. Should you be needing anything, don’t hesitate to tell my brothers,”
Lucifer said after keeping his quiet for a while.

He then turned his attention to his brothers who were scattered everywhere in the ballroom; with
Leviathan and Belphegor on one corner of the hall, waiting for him to leave.

It’s rude for guests to leave before the King and Queen so they’re eyeing Lucifer like an eagle,
waiting for the perfect chance to leave once he stepped foot outside the ballroom.

“Of course, I hope you have a good night's rest. I’ll keep in touch again soon.” Diavolo nodded
while Barbatos bowed to you two before making their way somewhere else.
You followed him back, giving chances for Levi and Belphie to escape the party they’d been so
dying to get out from.

You walked beside Lucifer and asked, “Is the Grand Duke your friend too, Lucifer?”

“Yes.”

'Hmm…?’

Your eyes might be lying but Lucifer seemed…

Angry?

“Are you alright?”

He didn’t reply.

“Are you exhausted?”

“No.”

“Then, what’s wrong? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

“Why don’t you ask the Emperor instead. You seem to click well with him.”

…?

'Don’t tell me…’

You bit your lower lip to stop yourself from laughing, “Are you… jealous? ”

“No.” Lucifer walked faster.

“You are , aren’t you?” You kept up with his pace while pushing that giddy feeling behind the
back of your mind.

“I said no!” He turned his head away from you, refusing to make eye contact.

“Come to think of it, you were jealous during the first time we met too, right? At that café?
Because you heard me praising the Emperor?” You giggled.

The look on his face during that time!

Lucifer didn’t reply. He was still avoiding your eyes but you could make out the slight pout he did
when you mentioned the incident.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.

“Really? What part of it was funny to you?” Lucifer glared, “Was it funny to know your wife made
these googly-eyes at another man? Her husband’s friend? ”

“Hey! I didn’t make googly-eyes at him!”

“You did! You smiled like he’s the man who just stole your heart or something! And you didn’t
even glance at me throughout your conversation!”

You should feel guilty, honestly. But, you’re more swooned than guilty at the moment. Seeing him
 like this made you want to tease him more.

It’s not fair when you were always the one who was teased by him. He’s too good at hiding his
weaknesses so you never really had the chance to get back at him even if you want to.

This is a once in a lifetime chance!

“Dear…”

“Don’t call me with a pet name!”

“Okay, then Your Majesty?”

Lucifer shot you another glare.

You burst into another laughing fest, “Okay okay I’ll explain. In my commoner world, we call this
'fangirling’. It’s what you do when you meet your idol. I’ve always admired the Emperor, you
know? Even long before I came here.”

“See? You admitted yourself that you like him!”

Wow! He’s deeper into that jealousy hole than you thought he was.

“Dear, there’s a whole lot of difference between love and admiration. Admire is what I feel towards
Emperor Diavolo. I love to see him at work,” you held his gloved hand gently, “Meanwhile love is
what I feel for you. Only for you. ”

Maybe he wasn’t convinced enough by your words because he hadn’t stopped frowning, but he
didn’t retreat his hand away from your grasp.

“Okay look, you see how I can never get used to calling the Emperor by his name, right? Then, do
you see where you stand compared to him? Hmm?” You tilted your head to enter his field of vision
and gave him a cute smile.

Those tints of blush on his cheeks gave away his true feelings and you know you’ve hit the
jackpot.

“You really mean it?”

“Yes, I mean it.”

He turned to look at you and pulled you close, internally apologising for the misunderstanding.
Lucifer then caressed your cheek lovingly before leaning in and kissing you on your lips.

The light blush on your cheeks further proved your words to be true.

“I love you too, MC.”

His words made you grin happily but he wasn’t done with his strategy yet.

Lucifer extended his hand and tugged the loose locks of your hair to the back of your ear. He then
leaned closer and whispered, “May I visit your chamber tonight?”

Chapter End Notes

Bonus scene is on the way ><
 Bonus Scene: Chocolate Chip Cookies
Chapter Notes

'If you still taking requests on the small moments can I request:
Small moments with the brothers from RoyaltyAu? :D (It doesn't have to be Lucifer
tho. It can be Mammon with mc bonding moment, the twins with mc, etc) (basically
the brothers getting closer to Mc) Its up to you!~' -Requested by @liraastillsimping on
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TW: Mentions of food poisoning

*beta read by Nixie06

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You were planning to take a walk in the garden when you overheard a ruckus coming from the
kitchen. The kitchen is situated pretty far from your study, therefore whoever was making so much
noise was probably either very angry or very happy.

And so, you decided to satisfy your curiosity and made your way to the kitchen.

There, you saw Beel looking down to his feet guiltily while Satan was fuming from anger.

“Stop eating the cookie dough!”

“I’m sorry but I can’t help myself…”

“Beel!”

“What’s wrong, you two?” Your voice broke the intense air inside the kitchen.

The scared chefs, maids and staff bowed down to give their respect to you before you dismissed
them to help these brothers reconcile. They were quick to their feet, in fear of the Fourth Prince
going all out on his anger issue again.

“What are you doing here in the kitchen?” you asked.

“I’m trying to bake some cookies but Beel over here keeps eating the dough! And now, I don’t
have any cookies to bake.” You could make out the slight pout from the fourth born’s face.

“Sorry…” Beel only held his wrist guiltily.

“Well, maybe I can help? That way, Satan can bake the cookies faster and Beel can also enjoy his
raw cookie dough,” you gave the sixth born a smile to help cheer him up again, “I know it’s
delicious, Beel. I’ve tried it too.”

Wearing a scarf and an apron for hygienic purposes, you began gathering the raw materials to
make the cookie dough. You also asked for some help from the staff since you’re not really
familiar with where they stored their ingredients. Especially with a massive kitchen like this.
After washing your hand, you handed some ingredients to Satan for him to measure while you
started preparing raw eggless cookie dough for Beel. You also made sure to heat the flour in the
oven to prevent any risk of food poisoning.

“This is your last bowl. No more raw cookie dough for today, okay?”

Beel only smiled after saying his thanks.

After making sure Beel’s happy and content, you then helped Satan to mix the ingredients.

“You don’t need to use a mixer for cookies though. Using a spatula is enough,” you said, handing
him a clean spatula.

“Thanks. You sure know much about baking, huh?”

“Well, not really,” you laughed, “But I always make this chocolate chip recipe for my friends, so
yeah. You can say I’m pretty experienced in making cookies.”

Before you and Satan could advance further in your baking adventure, Belphegor and Asmodeus
came into the kitchen, “Wow! Are we playing kitchen today?”

“We’re baking cookies for everyone,” Beel answered. Already having his fill, this time he didn’t
touch any of Satan’s dough.

“Ooh! Can I help? Can I help?” Without listening to the reply, Asmodeus already took his place
beside you and excitedly eyed the dough.

“Sure, but cover your hair and wash your hands before you start. How about you, Belphie? Wanna
help too?”

“Nah, I’d rather help eat the cookies after it’s done.”

The youngest always have it easy, huh?

You rolled your eyes playfully. It was a smooth journey with three helpers.

The pleasant smell of the baked cookies started filling up the whole kitchen, especially when Satan
took the tray out from the oven. Everyone then eyed the freshly baked cookies with much interest.

“Go ahead and try them, but leave some for others as well,” you instructed before putting another
tray of unbaked cookies into the oven.

At your words, they greedily munched on the hot cookies, not caring about its temperature.

“Hey hey hey! What’s this delicious smell? Wha– Y'all eating cookies and not invitin’ the Great
Mammon?! How dare you!” Mammon rushed towards the group and succeeded in taking a few
cookies for himself.

Laughter filled the kitchen as you watched the brothers fighting with one another.

“ Not fair! Why am I the only one not getting any cookies!” Levi suddenly shouted from the
doorway, distracting the group from their cookie hunt.

You felt a pang of guilt consuming you because there were no cookies left for the third born,
“Sorry Levi. But I’m baking another tray. Wait for a moment, okay?”
 Levi huffed, still disappointed and upset.

“Jean, what’s the commotion down the hallway? It’s so noisy!” Lucifer clicked his tongue in
annoyance.

“It seems like Her Majesty is baking some cookies with the princes.” Jean only smiled.

“Cookies?”

“Yes. In fact, when I went there earlier, they told me to give you some. They were quite delicious,
I must say.” Jean handed the plate of chocolate chip cookies to Lucifer.

It wasn’t as pretty and uniform in shape as in the bakery shops, but it was enough for Lucifer to
know that you’ve baked them with love. He smiled a little before taking one of them.

“Oh, and I also have a picture of them. I’m sure Your Majesty will love this photo. After all, you
always treasure your brothers’ photos.”

No longer bothering to deny his butler’s statement, he waited for Jean to show him the picture.

You were smiling happily while Beel handed you a few cookies to try. Mammon and Levi were
fighting with each other for more while Asmo and Belphie split some cookies to share. Satan was
standing beside you, giving his older brothers a look of disbelief at their childish squabbles.

The photo depicted joy and happiness in a family.

And Lucifer was lucky because this is his family.

Chapter End Notes

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