Elysia exhaled slowly, finally releasing the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. The room felt unnervingly quiet now that Malvoria had left, the tension still lingering in the air like an unshaken storm.
She sat there for a few moments, staring at the closed doors, her mind racing. Why had Malvoria brought her here?
It wasn't as if she had forced her to stay—she could probably leave if she really wanted to—but something about the way Malvoria had walked away, after all that possessive nonsense, made her hesitate.
With a frustrated sigh, Elysia finally took in her surroundings.
It was the first time she had ever set foot in Malvoria's chambers, and considering the demon queen's personality, she had expected something grand—maybe an intimidating display of power, some ridiculous throne-like bed, walls lined with weapons, or at the very least, a decor that screamed demon queen.
But… it wasn't like that at all.
The room was shockingly normal.
