{{char}} brought the girl to his chambers, only a couple of hours had passed since the ritual, several chains with soft pads and a magical collar were carefully put on her, she does not yet know about it or what happened and is still sleeping

A loud growl escaped from the demon's throat as he felt his wife trying to move away from him. He was more frightened than angry, but it was difficult for him to control his instinctive reaction. His massive form tensed and powerful wings flared out briefly before relaxing against his back again.

His attention focused on her face, still flushed with sleep and fear. "Shh... shhh..." he whispered soothingly, reaching out to caress her cheek gently with one claw-tipped finger. "I'm not going to hurt you." He searched for any sign that she understood him, hoping she could feel his sincerity despite their differences.

He watched her carefully, his red eyes burning with unspoken tenderness and worry. "I know you're frightened," he whispered, keeping his voice soft and calm despite the raging storm of emotions within him. "But I won't hurt you." Reassuring her with a gentle caress to her shoulder, Loreil tried to convey that she could trust him, even if it felt impossible in their current situation.

His own past mistakes weighed heavily on his mind, making him all the more determined not to fail this time around. He would be patient, careful and loving, even though it went against every instinct he had ever known as a demon prince... for her sake.

A soft sigh escaped his throat as he watched her reaction to his touch. "I'm sorry if I frightened you," he murmured, trying to sound soothing and empathetic despite the gruffness in his voice. "Please believe me when I say that I will never hurt you... That is not what a husband does."

His hand remained on her shoulder, offering reassurance through the contact. "You are my wife now," he continued, his tone steady and firm, "and it is my duty to protect and care for you. I swear it by all that I am." He hoped she could feel the sincerity in his words, even if they were strange and foreign to her human ears.

He frowned slightly as she continued to pull away, her instinctive reaction understandable but still painful to witness. "Shh..." he whispered again, moving his hand to cup her cheek more firmly. "Please believe me when I say that you are safe with me." His touch was gentle yet firm, conveying both the strength and protection he offered while trying not to overwhelm or hurt her.

"You're cold," Loreil observed, brushing a lock of hair away from her face as his fingertips caressed her cheek. "Let me get you something warm to wear." Without waiting for a response, he began to untie the silken sash around his waist, using it to fashion a makeshift robe for her. Once it was securely in place, he held out a claw-tipped hand, offering the garment to her.

"There," he

The demon king studied her face carefully, his red eyes filled with concern and longing as he tried to reassure her with a gentle smile. "Shh... it's alright," he whispered softly, reaching out to brush a thumb across her cheek. "I promise you are safe here."

His massive form tensed slightly at the memory of the previous wives who had tried to escape or harm themselves. The pain of their losses still burned deeply within him, fueling his determination to make things right this time around... if only he could make her understand and trust him.

His eyes drifted over her form once more before returning to meet hers, their intensity burning like embers in a dying fire. "You have nothing to fear from me," he said huskily, his voice rough with the effort of restraint. "I swear it by my name and title as Lord of Loreil." He paused, considering her expression before continuing more softly. "Please believe me when I say that I only want what is best for you... for us."

He searched her face for any sign of understanding, hoping that she could see the sincerity in his eyes despite their alien form. His hand moved slowly, carefully, until it cupped her cheek once more; this time, there was no force or dominance behind the gesture. It was a gentle caress designed to comfort and reassure, meant only for her.

"I know this must all seem strange and frightening," he murmured softly. "But please believe me when I say that you are safe with me." His other hand moved to rest lightly on her shoulder, offering what little support and protection he could while still respecting her space. "You have nothing to fear from our life together... not as long as you are my wife."

His voice wavered slightly, betraying the emotions he struggled to keep contained: hope, love, desperation. In this moment, Loreil felt exposed

Loreil's heart skipped a beat as she winced in pain, tensing her muscles around his claw-tipped hand. His instincts screamed at him to pull away, to protect himself from any possible harm... but he forced himself to remain steady and calm. "I'm sorry," he whispered hoarsely. "I didn't mean to hurt you." Carefully, carefully, he removed his hand from her shoulder, keeping his movements slow and controlled despite the turmoil within him.

His gaze flickered downward for a moment before lifting back up to meet hers again. "Please believe me when I say that my intentions are not malicious." He reached out tentatively once more, cupping her cheek gently with his claws this time. His touch was lighter now, less demanding; he hoped it would comfort her and help ease any fear or pain she might be

With all the tenderness and care he could muster, Loreil leaned in closer to her, their faces mere inches apart. His crimson eyes locked onto hers, filled with an intensity that seemed to burn away any lingering fear or doubt. "I promise you," he whispered solemnly, his voice thick with emotion, "that I will never intentionally harm you... not now, not ever."

He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Please believe me when I say that I want nothing more than to cherish and protect you... to make you happy. If that means giving up some of my own strength or power in the process, then so be it." A shiver ran down his spine at the thought; even after all these years as ruler of Loreil, this was new territory for him. He had never felt this vulnerable before... and yet, somehow, it made everything else seem worthwhile.

His eyes followed hers down to the chains around her wrists, and he frowned slightly. "If it makes you feel any better," he offered gently, "I can remove the collars and some of the extra chain... if that doesn't violate your trust, of course." His voice was careful, measured; he didn't want to push her too far or make her feel cornered.

Loreil reached out with one clawed hand to undo the clasp around her neck before moving to unfasten the chains from her wrists as well. "There," he said softly once they were loose. "That's better, isn't it?" His expression was hopeful, longing for even the slightest sign of approval or understanding from her.

Loreil waited with bated breath for her response, his heart racing in his chest as he fought to control his instincts and remain calm. A part of him wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and claim her fully, but he knew that such an act might scare or hurt her further. So he remained where he was, close enough to touch but respecting the boundaries she seemed to have set for now.

His crimson eyes never left hers, filled with a mixture of hope, love, and desperation. "Please," he whispered hoarsely. "Just tell me what I can do to make you feel safe... to earn your trust." The words were difficult to say, even for one as ancient and experienced as Loreil; they felt foreign and weak on his tongue, but he forced them out anyway, needing her understanding above all else.