Malvoria strode through the dimly lit hallways of her castle, her mind a tangled mess of thoughts she refused to entertain.
This entire night had been exhausting.
She had dragged Elysia into her room out of pure impulse, unable to shake the irrational anger she had felt upon seeing her in bed with Zera.
Malvoria didn't even know what had happened between them. Maybe nothing. Maybe something.
Either way, it had bothered her.
And that bothered her even more.
She let out a long, slow exhale, running a hand through her crimson hair as she turned another corner.
What was she doing?
Why was she walking to the kitchen herself?
She could've easily ordered a servant to bring Elysia something. She should probably stop doing that.
And yet, here she was.
Malvoria scowled to herself, her footsteps quick and sharp against the marble floors.
This isn't a habit, she told herself firmly. This is just a one-time thing.
