Six months later...
It was hard to believe how much had changed in half a year.
If someone had told her, back when she surrendered herself to save her father, that she would one day be married to the Demon Queen, living in her castle, pregnant with her child—she would have laughed. Or stabbed something.
But now?
Now the days moved in gentle rhythm, her world softening in the edges that used to feel like blades.
Six months of growth, of breath, of shifts so subtle they only made sense when she looked back.
Malvoria's obsession with her growing belly had evolved into something both comical and touching.
Every time Faelira visited once a week without fail, Malvoria would stand guard beside her like a demon sentinel, arms crossed, expression sharp… until the moment she heard the baby's heartbeat or felt a kick.
Then she melted.
The once-fearsome queen reduced to a puddle of wide-eyed awe and reverent whispers.
