“Princess Ilyne is here to see you,” June announced just as Amelia finished combing her hair. She looked up to see the young princess, the fruit of the affair the late demon king had, and she almost felt like she had been choked.
She pictured Genevieve in Liam’s arms and she had to bite on her lower lip to keep her tears at bay.
“Ilyne, how are you sweetie?” She forced herself to ask.
“I’m not sweet, I’m a demon princess,” the six-year old pouted.
“Sweetie is a way to say sweetheart where I come from,” Amelia explained with a wink.
“Oh, okay,” she nodded at her, accepting the endearment.
“Something the matter?” Amelia asked after a while, an eyebrow jutted in question.
Indeed, Ilyne was too quiet. And unlike her brother, she wasn’t quiet often.
“Do you still want to leave th
