I won't fall for the queen who burned my world-Chapter 104: Your a good cook

Malvoria strode through the dimly lit hallways of her castle, her mind a tangled mess of thoughts she refused to entertain.

This entire night had been exhausting.

She had dragged Elysia into her room out of pure impulse, unable to shake the irrational anger she had felt upon seeing her in bed with Zera.

Malvoria didn't even know what had happened between them. Maybe nothing. Maybe something.

Either way, it had bothered her.

And that bothered her even more.

She let out a long, slow exhale, running a hand through her crimson hair as she turned another corner.

What was she doing?

Why was she walking to the kitchen herself?

She could've easily ordered a servant to bring Elysia something. She should probably stop doing that.

And yet, here she was.

Malvoria scowled to herself, her footsteps quick and sharp against the marble floors.

This isn't a habit, she told herself firmly. This is just a one-time thing.

She pushed open the heavy doors to the kitchen, expecting to find at least a few servants still working, but—

Nothing.

The kitchen was empty.

Her eyes flickered to the large wooden table, expecting to see leftovers or a platter of fruit, but there was nothing. Not even a scrap of bread.

She stalked toward the pantry, swinging the door open, only to find it... mostly bare.

Malvoria blinked.

What the hell?

Her irritation flared as she realized what had happened. The kitchen staff had already cleared everything for the night.

Which meant—

If she wanted Elysia to eat, she would have to make something herself.

Malvoria let out a long, slow sigh, rubbing her temple.

This was not what she had planned.

But she had already committed to this, and she refused to walk back empty-handed.

With a sharp huff, she rolled up her sleeves and strode toward the counter, eyeing what ingredients were left.

She wasn't a stranger to cooking—she could do it if necessary. She just never had to.

Malvoria ran a quick assessment of what was available.

Eggs. Some bread. A bit of cured meat. A few vegetables.

It wasn't much, but it would be enough.

She grabbed a pan, placing it over the stove before lighting a controlled flame beneath it with a flick of her fingers.

Malvoria worked with silent efficiency, her movements precise and practiced.

She cracked the eggs, letting them sizzle as she moved to slice the bread. The rhythmic motion of the knife scraping against the wooden board was oddly... calming.

She hadn't cooked in years.

Not since she was a teenager, before she had fully ascended the throne.

Back then, it had been a necessity.

Now?

It was ridiculous.

And yet, here she was—cooking for a stubborn, infuriating woman who had made her angry in ways she didn't want to think about.

She flipped the eggs with ease, setting them aside before moving to heat the bread, toasting it lightly over the open flame.

Then she turned to the cured meat, slicing it into thin pieces before quickly searing them.

The kitchen filled with the warm scent of cooked eggs and crisped meat, the quiet crackling of the fire the only sound as she finished assembling the plate.

Malvoria glanced at her work, ensuring everything was just right.

She wasn't even sure why she cared.

She could've just thrown something together and been done with it.

Instead, she had made sure it was well-balanced, even added some of the leftover herbs she had found tucked away in a corner.

She scowled at herself.

She was not going to think about what that meant.

With a final glance at the plate, she exhaled, grabbing the tray before turning toward the door.

Time to face Elysia.

Malvoria carried the tray carefully as she walked back through the halls, ensuring that not a single thing spilled or shifted out of place.

It was annoying how much attention she was paying to such a mundane task, but after putting in the effort to make the meal, she refused to let it go to waste.

The scent of warm eggs and toasted bread filled the air as she approached her chambers. The halls were quiet at this hour, save for the occasional flicker of torchlight casting shadows against the stone walls.

She should've just called for a servant.

She could have called for a servant.

And yet, here she was.

Her jaw clenched as she pushed open the door, stepping inside.

Elysia was still in bed, curled up under the blankets, but as soon as the scent of food reached her, she stirred.

Malvoria smirked. Figures.

"You're finally back?" Elysia mumbled, her voice groggy from sleep.

Malvoria rolled her eyes. "Did you think I left you to starve?"

Elysia yawned, stretching slightly before blinking up at Malvoria. "Maybe."

Malvoria scoffed and walked over, setting the tray down on the bedside table before crossing her arms. "If you think I went through the trouble of making this just to let you watch it get cold, you're an idiot."

Elysia lifted her head slightly, her eyes flickering toward the plate. Her stomach growled again, and Malvoria smirked.

Elysia huffed. "Fine. Hand it over."

Malvoria didn't move.

Elysia narrowed her eyes. "What?"

"You're still injured," Malvoria said simply. "I will feed you."

Elysia gawked. "Excuse me?"

Malvoria smirked, picking up the fork. "You heard me."

Elysia's face turned red. "I can feed myself—"

Malvoria cut her off by pressing a forkful of eggs to her lips. "Open."

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Elysia glared at her, her lips pressed into a stubborn line. "I remind you that we had a sword fight earlier. It's unecessary"

Malvoria arched a brow. "So is starving yourself out of stubbornness."

Elysia grumbled something under her breath but begrudgingly opened her mouth, accepting the food.

Malvoria watched as she chewed, her expression shifting slightly.

Elysia blinked. "...This is actually good."

Malvoria smirked.

"You're a good cook," Elysia admitted.

Malvoria smirked at Elysia's reluctant admission, watching as she chewed carefully, as if she hadn't expected the food to actually be edible.

"You sound surprised," Malvoria mused, picking up another bite with the fork.

Elysia huffed. "I am surprised. I didn't think you knew how to cook."

Malvoria arched a brow. "And why is that?"

Elysia gave her a pointed look. "Because you're you."

Malvoria let out a low chuckle, tilting her head slightly. "And?"

"You're a queen," Elysia said, crossing her arms despite the fact that she was still wrapped in blankets. "Queens don't cook. They have entire staff to do it for them."

Malvoria hummed thoughtfully, twirling the fork between her fingers. "True. But I wasn't always a queen."

Elysia's gaze flickered with curiosity, but before she could say anything, Malvoria pressed another bite of food to her lips. "Eat."

Elysia frowned but accepted the food nonetheless, chewing slowly as she studied Malvoria. "So, when did you learn to cook?"

Malvoria shrugged, placing another small piece of toast onto the fork. "Before I took the throne, I had to learn how to take care of myself. Cooking was just... necessary at the time."

Elysia swallowed, tilting her head slightly. "So, you stopped after you became queen?"

Malvoria gave her a lazy smirk. "Of course. Why should I waste time doing something others can do for me?"

Elysia scoffed. "And yet, you went out of your way to cook for me."

Malvoria paused for a fraction of a second before offering a smirk. "A rare occurrence. Don't get used to it."

Elysia narrowed her eyes slightly but didn't push further. Instead, she accepted another bite, her stomach slowly feeling fuller with every bit of food Malvoria fed her.

She wanted to be annoyed by this—wanted to tell Malvoria to stop, that she could eat by herself—but there was something about the way Malvoria moved so effortlessly, so confidently, that made it hard to protest.

She wasn't treating this like a favor.

She was simply doing it.

As if it were expected.

Elysia found herself watching her more than she should have, noticing the way Malvoria's fingers held the fork with ease, the way she moved without hesitation.

For someone so cold, so ruthless, Malvoria's hands were... gentle.

Strange. Really strange for a ruthless conqueror who killed people with no hesitation.

Elysia let out a slow exhale, breaking eye contact as she chewed the last piece of toast. "I'm full."

Malvoria set the fork down onto the tray, leaning back slightly. "Good."

Elysia frowned slightly. "You didn't eat."

Malvoria smirked. "I already did."

Elysia narrowed her eyes but didn't argue.

The room fell into a silence that felt oddly comfortable.

Elysia hadn't expected this moment to feel so... normal.

She had been expecting tension, or some kind of smug remark from Malvoria, but instead, the demon queen simply leaned back, stretching her arms behind her head with a satisfied look.

Elysia stared at her for a moment before finally exhaling, sinking deeper into the pillows.

For the first time that night—

She sighed out of relief.