Draco's POV:

It had been weeks since Jeff had fully accepted my truth and his place in my life. But, as I'd learned, accepting wasn't the same as letting it go.

"So," he said one evening, sprawled across the chaise lounge in my chambers. "You're a devil king, right? Big bad ruler of an entire realm?"

"Yes," I replied, distractedly flipping through ancient texts.

"And you have powers?" His voice was laced with curiosity, and I didn't need to look up to know that mischievous glint was back in his eyes. Then he come closer to me and sat on my lap.

"Yes," I repeated, more cautiously this time.

"Then show me," he demanded, sitting up.

I sighed, setting the book aside. "Jeff, my powers aren't for parlor tricks. They're dangerous."

He pouted-an unfairly effective tactic, as I'd come to learn. "Dangerous? To me? Please, Draco, don't insult my intelligence. If you didn't trust me, I wouldn't be here."

"It's not about trust," I tried to explain. "It's about-"

"Stop stalling," he interrupted, crossing his arms. "You're the one who said I'm your queen. Well, I'm giving you a royal order: show me your powers."

I stared at him, torn between annoyance and amusement. "You're impossible."

"And you're avoiding the subject," he shot back, smirking.

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With a resigned sigh, I stood, left him put him on the desk, stretching out a hand. "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you."

The air around us shifted as I summoned my magic, tendrils of dark energy swirling from my fingertips. The flames in the room dimmed, replaced by a soft, ethereal glow. I wove the energy into a shape-a delicate flower-and held it out to him.



Jeff's eyes widened in awe as he took the flower, its petals shimmering like stardust. "Okay, that's... wow."

I smirked. "Satisfied?"

"Not even close," he said, his grin wicked. "What else can you do?"

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To appease his curiosity, I took him on a tour of the devil world. We walked through enchanted forests where the trees glowed with a silver light and swam in crystal-clear lakes under a sky filled with two moons. I showed him the hidden wonders of my realm, and for the first time in centuries, I saw my world through new eyes-his eyes.



"Your world is beautiful," he said softly as we stood on a cliff overlooking a valley of golden mist.

"So are you," I replied, unable to stop myself.

He laughed, a sound that warmed me more than any magic ever could. "Smooth, Your Majesty."

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Months passed, and the time came for the marriage ritual-a sacred ceremony that would not only bind us as partners but also unlock the full extent of my power.

Jeff was breathtaking in his ceremonial attire, his usual sass tempered by a rare nervousness.

"You're staring," he muttered, though his cheeks flushed under my gaze.

"Can you blame me?" I asked, taking his hand. "You're perfect."



The ceremony was held under the twin moons, with our closest allies and advisors in attendance. Vows were exchanged, power was shared, and when it was over, I felt a surge of strength unlike anything I'd ever known.

But more than that, I felt whole.

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That night, as we stood alone in our chambers, the weight of the day finally hit us.

"Well," Jeff said, breaking the silence, "I guess this makes us official."

"More than official," I murmured, stepping closer. "You're mine now, in every way."

He raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a teasing smile. "Oh? And what does that mean exactly?"

I didn't answer with words. Instead, I closed the distance between us, capturing his lips in a kiss that left no room for doubt.

His hands tangled in my hair as he kissed me back, all his sass and sharpness melting into something softer, something vulnerable.

"Draco," he whispered as I trailed kisses down his neck, his voice a mix of want and uncertainty.

"I've got you," I murmured against his skin, lifting him into my arms and carrying him to the bed.

The night was a blur of heat and softness, of whispered promises and tangled limbs. For the first time in my life, I let myself be vulnerable, giving every part of myself to the man who had become my everything.

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When dawn broke, Jeff lay curled against me, his breathing steady and his face relaxed in sleep. I brushed a strand of hair from his face, marveling at how someone so human could hold such power over me.

"You're my greatest weakness," I murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "And my greatest strength."

He stirred, cracking one eye open. "You're talking to yourself again. Creepy."

I chuckled, pulling him closer. "Go back to sleep, love."

With a contented sigh, he did, and for the first time in centuries, I felt at peace.

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