The Wishing Well
Chapter 23
Word Count: 100
Children… they just did not understand how things worked. She thought it were possible for him, a demon lord, to marry her, a human child.
"I will not marry you." He replied, raising a brow to her. She huffed, pouting her lips and putting her hands on her hips.
"Obviously." She agreed, rolling her eyes at him. He frowned, confused. She held out her hand, wanting him to wait.
"I'm waaay too young to marry you right now!" She chimed in, making him take her flower crown. He did, if only to get her to quit this foolish thinking.
"Preposterous."
