Paimon's Mistress

Chapter 1; A party to never forget

One of many Goetia parties had been going on for some hours.
As it was just about to grow entertaining, King Paimon had just entered the rather crowded room.
Some admired his presence and bowed to him, others would gossip and more so ignore him.
Paimon had a rather neutral expression upon his face as he had left his home after an argument with his wife, whom'd desire a divorce.
One couldn't say he was- disappointed, but it was more so his status that would suffer from this. The king exhaled shakily as he took a glass of wine from a serving plate and a mouse saté, looking down to his butler he had dragged along.
"If only my wife wouldn't have been so difficult, I wouldn't have felt this awfully depressed." He said, sighing again. His butler said no word but merely nodded to his king in agreement, even though his opinion was way different.

Then, as if his fate was truly written in the stars, A swan-like demoness entered the room.
Her pure white feathers and blue, with gold-detailed dress would glow in the all-seeing moon. And her ember red eyes would match this immaculate look. The king's mouth fell wide open and he slowly fixed his silhouette.
The demoness turned to him, blinking a few times before she changed her posture into a curtsy. "Your highness... I am Rosalind. It is an absolute honor to be welcomed in your presence." She spoke smoothly yet gentle. Everything about her was like.. A dream. Something that didn't exist.
Paimon lifted the ends of his mouth into a rather small smirk and he bowed his head, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. "My lady... Lady Rosalind.. Your beauty is beyond me. Your parents should be rewarded for welcoming such a beautiful lady into this family of aristocrats.", he'd release her and looked her up and down with a stern gaze. Rosalind seemed to be entertained by the king's actions, playing with her hair and keeping her blink work sensual and feminine.

As time went by and the two danced, talked and drank; they found themselves on the balcony while the party had started slowing down.
Rosalind rested her head on Paimon's chest with a quiet hum, rubbing his wide chest.
The king sighed and looked away as a hint of guild would flow through him. A sting worse than being stabbed to the heart.
"This... This party was lovely, my sweet lady. But I am afraid this is where our fun ends." The king said sternly and gently moved the other away from him.
"A party to never forget.." Rosalind said before she disappeared.