Elysia blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
She stared at Malvoria, waiting for her brain to catch up with what she had just heard.
We are going to the demon village.
Why?
Why her?
Why now?
Why did Malvoria, the ever-busy, ever-brutal Demon Queen, suddenly want to take her—the human princess she had forcibly married—to the demon village like they were going on a casual stroll?
Suspicious.
Very suspicious.
Elysia narrowed her eyes.
There were several possible explanations for this, and none of them made sense.
The first possibility?
This was a trap.
Maybe Malvoria had finally decided that having her around was too much of a hassle and planned to leave her in the middle of the village for a public execution.
Elysia gasped.
Would she be hanged?
Burned at the stake?
Thrown into a pit of fire where demons would laugh as they watched her scream?
No, no—that was too dramatic, even for Malvoria.
The second possibility?
This was a test.
