Unlike the refined grace of his Grigorian brides, Yuina carried a sensual yet wild allure. Her steps created a ripple of aura that chimed with each movement, a low, melodic hum that enveloped the plaza. Every beastkin watched her with a straight, attentive pose, and even the elves and demons remained charmed by the feral beauty.
She looked toward Asmodeus without doubt, removing her gaze for no longer than a blink. Her golden-amber eyes gleamed not with the pride of a ruler but the pride of a woman facing her beloved man.
Filled with a warmth only for him.
'Yuina...'
Asmodeus remembered the moment they met when she carried a simple aura, the naïve leader of the Inukami tribe in the place of her sister, who won their bet to change places officially.
'Something I only learned recently when she went through the paperwork to make Aki the next Empress...'
Memories of fighting beside her, helping her grow stronger and the first night when she appeared so serene and ethereal.
