Asmodeus didn't rush away from the tea party.
He spent several hours enjoying the tea and cake, carrying his daughters on his shoulders and also lowering himself to the role of horse for Seris Rae. The biggest rule he held over himself was never to put on airs when with his children.
There was no emperor, only a dad.
Dad just happened to be the emperor, that's all.
After the food and entertainment ended, he held three girls in his arms, watching as their mothers dashed across the grass towards him.
He glanced down at the silent daughters who exhausted him.
To his side, Lith held onto his robe and wiped his sleepy eyes with the other. The cute boy no longer held back, and if he wanted Asmodeus's attention, he would speak or ask. But the poor maids behind them just glanced at the chaotic table and aftermath.
