The moment Elysia and Malvoria stepped into the marketplace, a wave of attention washed over them.
Eyes turned. Conversations faltered. Some demons blatantly stared, while others tried—and failed to be discreet. The buzz of whispered voices spread like wildfire, rippling through the crowded streets like a quiet storm.
It was clear.
The Demon Queen did not usually walk among her people. And she certainly didn't do it with her human wife by her side.
Elysia had expected some level of curiosity, but this… this was something else entirely new to her.
She felt the weight of their stares settle over her skin like a heavy cloak, an invisible force pressing down on her with every step.
Some gazes were filled with awe, others with amusement, but a few particularly from the older demons were edged with something sharper.
Something close to disapproval.
And yet, what struck her the most was the contrast.
