The heavy oak doors of the royal chamber closed with a soft click behind them, sealing Elysia and Malvoria in a silence that felt louder than any roar of a crowd.
The echoes of the celebration faded into nothingness, leaving only the sound of Elysia's shallow breathing and the soft, measured footsteps of the Demon Queen beside her.
Elysia's violet eyes darted around the room, taking in every detail.
The chamber was vast, larger than any room Elysia had ever seen. The high ceiling stretched above them, draped with deep crimson silks that cascaded down the dark stone walls.
A grand fireplace dominated one side of the room, its flames crackling softly, casting flickering shadows that danced across the floor. The plush carpet beneath her feet was a deep, velvety black, so soft it felt like walking on clouds.
But it was the bed that caught her attention—and sent her heart into a frantic rhythm.
