King Of Hell - Thirteen:

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Amora's P.O.V:

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"Harry?"

He looks up from his paperwork and gives me his full undivided attention.

"The Orphanage has made a request for five thousand pounds for new beds and clothing. I am happy to authorize it, I just need your adjoining signature."

I explain and Harry immediately nods, muttering a 'course' as he takes the form from my hand and signs his name. I take it back with a smile and a thank you before placing the form and cheque into an official envelope. I write down the address and add it to the growing pile of outgoing mail.

"Liam 'as been tryin' to negotiate with the Werewolves over their last visit. I want them completely banished, they want the option to stay away from us, but allowed to remain in their land."

"No; remaining there will only allow them more time to gather their strengths and forces to plan another attack on us."

I say, shaking my head. Harry nods, seeming impressed with my opinion.

Well, that's what I'm here for.

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Harry is in a meeting with the four Lord's. I'm looking around at the garden, deciding that it needs some TLC. I stop a nearby maid, who looks shocked that her Queen is speaking to her. She quickly bows and I shake my head, gripping her shoulders.

"No, no; none of that. What's your name?"

I ask, smiling at her, releasing her small frame. She looks so shy and her eyes start to water, almost like she was prepared for anything other than my kindness. My heart aches for her. I give her a gentle look and she smiles shyly.

"Martha, Your Highness."

She says and I smile, nodding my head. Martha; what a fitting name for herself.

"Martha; if you can, can you fetch me some cutters, flower seeds, some grass feed and some gloves, please?"

She immediately nods, bows, and hurries away to fulfill my request. I sigh heavily. I hate that humans just like me bow and address me as higher than them. I mean, socially I am, but not humanely. We are both humans, I'm only higher on the social ladder because I am mated to the Demon King. Otherwise, I'd still be working at the diner, struggling to make ends meet. Martha returns about twenty minutes later with my required items. I take them from her with a thank you.

"You can take a paid break now, Martha."

Her eyes widen and she immediately thanks me, bowing quickly and fleeing. I smile as I watch her now bubbly self bounce away, happily smiling to herself. Chuckling, I turn back to the task at hand; gardening.

I slip on the garden gloves and begin.

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Thanking another maid; Molly; as she takes the now used items away, leaving me with the cool bottle of water. I wipe away the sweat pooling across my brows and take a gulp of the water. Suddenly, I feel a kiss on my neck and I smile and turn around.

"You've been the talk of the house today. I see why. Looks gorgeous, Love."

I smile and kiss his lips, welcoming the sparks. I did do a good job with the garden.

As I admired my handy work, Harry wrapped his arms around my waist and placed his head into the crook of my shoulder, making me smile

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As I admired my handy work, Harry wrapped his arms around my waist and placed his head into the crook of my shoulder, making me smile. Suddenly, I see something out of the corner of my eye and my head turns, trying to pinpoint the movement. That's when I see a person.

"Harry," I nudge him. "There's someone in the trees."

That's all it took for him to zoom over to the dark trees using his Demon speed. When I finally make it over to him, he's standing rigid, his eyes on the person in front of him, and when I see their face, I understand why.

"Gemma?"

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