A few days had passed since Malvoria had first mentioned the idea of a date in Velyra's office when they had been alone.
At the time, Elysia's mind had laughed it off—more amused than anything. Malvoria, the cold and imposing Demon Queen, planning something as mundane as a date? It had to be a joke.
Maybe Malvoria actually wanted to change I don't know?
But after that night, Malvoria had gone back to her usual habits—locking herself in her office, drowning in paperwork, and barely acknowledging Elysia's existence. So, naturally, Elysia had dismissed the entire idea.
Maybe Malvoria had just been teasing her, or maybe she'd come to her senses and realized how ridiculous it was for them to pretend like they could ever be a real couple.
Still, something about Malvoria's silence was… off.
There was an unusual tension in the air whenever they were in the same room, as if Malvoria was thinking about something but refusing to say it. And that—more than anything—was bothering Elysia.
