The Hellhound rose to its feet and stretched. It was a horrifying sight, a vision from the Hells.
But Dulce didn't see it that way... when the Hellhound rose to its full height, it was well over twice as tall as a Demon but he looked at it like it was a waddling puppy.
"Was the stone floor uncomfortable?" He asked with a worried frown, it was mostly why he had turned down Queen Aylin's invite for dinner a second time. He didn't want Caedos to have to spend hours lying on the stone again.
The Hellhound couldn't fit through the tall double door so he shifted, "It was cold." He said approvingly, eager to be gone from the dining room despite that.
Aylin watched them leave with a dark look hidden behind her veil. She had thought that the Hellhound could be permitted but she had clearly thought wrong. She rose to her feet, her plate only half eaten. She had requested a special diet just to sell her disguise and Dulce Montesserat had been so busy feeding his 'dog' to even notice.
