Y/n, was still new to Wrath’s circle. She yearned for the freedom to walk around and experience his circle without him scaring everyone off. After some convincing and Anir pulling Wrath to another meeting, Y/n was finally able to sneak off into the busy streets of Wrath’s circle. 

Shocked was not the best way to describe her expression. She imagined that there would be shop after shop of weapons and demons sparring and fighting in the street,  granted, there was, but there were also bakeries, book shops, a tailor, food stands and even a flower shop across the street. And the streets were bustling with cheerful demons moving back and forth between businesses and merchant stalls. 

With a shout of glee that startled a male moving past her, y/n hurried to the flower shop with a plan to get some bouquets for her and Wrath’s suites. Crossing the road she noticed a male in dark clothing eyeing her as he leaned against a wall. She didn’t pay any mind to it as it wasn’t uncommon to wear dark colors in House Wrath. But his eyes held a hunger she did not want to dawn on too much. The plan was to not gain more attention from him as she reached the shop.

The floral shop was gorgeous with walls climbing with florals. The shop keeper gave her a smile as y/n moved between the rows of florals before landing on a flower with petals the golden shade of Wrath’s eyes. She couldn’t help but grin at the thought of bringing these home to him. Something told her he was not used to receiving flowers but she wanted to make sure he knew how much she loved him as much as he loved her. Buying flowers for him was one of the many ways she could do that for him. 

“May I have a dozen of these flowers, please?” Y/n asked the storekeep. 

He beamed at her grabbing a dozen and carefully wrapping the bouquet. “Date night?” he asked, making small talk as he rang her up.

“Not tonight,” Y/n answered, pulling some coins from her purse. “I wanted to give my love some flowers because he is always caring for me.”

The shop keeps smiles, “sounds like a keeper.”

“Oh, he definitely is,” she agrees. “He is like my own guardian angel.”

“Guardian angel, aye?” he raises a brow still smiling at her while giving her change. 

“Hmm, guardian demon,” she amends. A thought of Wrath’s wings remind her that he was once an angel and that he would probably scoff at the title of guardian angel.

“Well, I am sure this guardian demon will love the flowers. They are quite a beauty.” 

Y/n bid the male farewell and made a mental note to drop by often for more flowers in the future. Exiting the shop, she noticed the mysterious male was now leaning against the floral shop wall. 

“Beautiful flowers for a beautiful female,” he commented, his dark hungry eyes raking over her body. 

Y/n shuddered at the perusal. “Thank you.” she said but turned away from the male to her next destination, the bakery. Her prince was a sweets fiend, even if he would never publicly admit it. And y/n really wanted to see if there were any cannolis there for him.

The male didn’t comment anything as she walked away. She hoped that meant he would leave her alone now. 

Once she reached the bakery she was overjoyed to find not only cannolis but a variety of flavors and fillings for the cannolis; pistachio, chocolate, candied oranges, peach, strawberry, even one with coconut and caramel. She could imagine the smile on Wrath’s face as he opened the box and then the calculation on how to eat the whole box without her knowing. And she has caught him before with a plate full of cannolis. 

Two dozen should be good for her to at least get a bite of one. After paying for the two dozen she strode out to find the male waiting for her again. 

“Having a party?” he asked, his eyes somehow getting darker. 

Y/n doesn’t answer, knowing he is probably trying to determine if someone is expecting her.

“I love sweet things,” he continues as y/n steps into the street to get to the other sidewalk and put distance between them. Unfortunately this side of the street has cleared out and the busy market is down the block. “Especially things with filling. Do you like filling, Sweet Thing?” 

Y/n tries to walk faster but she hears him keeping pace with her. Her neck starts to tingle, no Wrath’s mark begins to tingle. She lightly brushes it, praying he isn’t too far from her. 

“I have a special-” he is cut off abruptly and y/n turns to see her guardian glaring down the perpetrator. 

“Finish the sentence,” Wrath challenges, his voice is calm but there is an underlying threat in it that both her and the other male pick up on given the stain growing on his dark trousers. 

“Your highness,” the male bows his head, “We are friends. We were just jesting.” 

The ground begins to rumble and ice crawls from Wrath’s feet. 

“I have been watching you and there has not been any jesting.” Wrath points out.

Wait, watching? Y/n thinks as she watches her prince step toward the male with murderous intent. 

“What were you going to do to my Y/n?” he demands. Anir and one his generals, Warwick, come out of the corner with murder in their expression.

“I-i didn’t know she was yours,” the male whimpers.

“Even if she wasn’t mine. I do not allow disgusting vermin, like yourself, to walk my streets preying on others.” Wrath snaps. Anir and Warwick grab the male and drag him into an alley where the male screams and begs. 

Y/n steps toward Wrath. “What’s going to happen to him?” she asks with curious interest. 

Wrath raises a brow, “want to watch?” 

She shakes her head no even though she was curious what happened to predators like him. But she had another question for Wrath. “You followed me?”

He gives her a “really?” look. “You left my house without protection. “ he justifies.

“I don’t need protection in your circle.”

“Clearly you do,” he argues. His golden eyes flick to the box of cannolis and the paper wrapped golden flowers.  His brows knit in confusion as he studies the two items with curiosity. “Who are those for?”

“My guardian demon,” she replies with a smile. “The least I can do for your hard work. I only ask that one cannoli be spared for me to try.”

He laughs at that and steps into her space with a small smile, “I think I can spare one.”

She gives him a mock skeptical look, “hmmm, I know it may be a difficult feat for you, Cannoli King.” She lifts up on her tiptoes and pecks the bottom of his cheek. 

“Cannoli King?” He repeats with a confused look.