Malvoria couldn't stop smiling.
Which, admittedly, made several people nervous.
Not that she could blame them. She was the Demon Queen, after all.
Smiling wasn't something people expected from her—certainly not the open, radiant, and borderline ridiculous grin currently plastered across her face.
But after what had just transpired in their chambers (and the bath afterward, which she fully intended to revisit in memory every time she felt even a hint of war stress), she was in what one might call an indecently good mood.
Elysia walked beside her with Kaelith in her arms, who was making tiny delighted noises that sounded suspiciously like laughter.
Her silver hair was twisted into a loose bun, cheeks glowing faintly, and her violet eyes sparkled every time Kaelith squealed at a passing flower or tried to eat her own sleeve.
Malvoria's heart clenched in her chest. She could've taken on an entire battalion of war priests in that moment and still walked away smiling.
