Four individuals sat around a round table, awkwardly staring at the luncheon. No one spoke, and no one moved until the Demon King Luca began the meal by placing a piece of meat onto his wife's plate.
Luca stared at Deon and spoke politely. "Father-in-law, I specifically asked the chef to prepare your favorite dish. I hope it suits your taste."
Lord Deon's eyebrow lifted when he heard Luca call him father-in-law for the first time. For some reason, he didn't like it. He had finally found the daughter he thought had been lost for thousands of years, and this damned Demon King had taken her without his knowledge.
"Thank you, I appreciate it. And you, Your Majesty? Is the dish not to your liking?" His question was directed at Kelsey, who had yet to touch her food.
