The first month of their married life was a dream.
They were a king and his queen, but also just a man and his wife, building a quiet life together by the sea.
They were happy, and their love was a calm, steady force that filled their home.
One night, Kyoko told Delkira that she had a surprise for him. She had prepared a special dinner, his favorite human meal, with candles and soft music.
He entered the room, the scent of a home-cooked meal filling the air, and saw her smiling at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"What is it?" he asked, his heart full.
"Did you finally get that ridiculously large pillow I wanted?"
Kyoko just laughed softly, taking his hand and placing it on her stomach. Her smile was full of so much love and a hint of nervousness.
"Not quite," she said, her voice a little shaky.
"I'm pregnant, Delkira. We're going to have a baby."
Delkira's mind went blank.
A child.
A son.
His heart swelled with a powerful mix of joy and protectiveness. The loneliness that had defined him for so long was finally, completely gone.
He was no longer just the Demon King; he was going to be a father. He gently wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, his joy so profound it was almost painful. This was the true kingdom he had been searching for all his life.