I won't fall for the queen who burned my world-Chapter 114: It is very interesting

Elysia stirred slowly, still caught in the hazy warmth of sleep. The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room, but she barely registered it.

All she could focus on was the steady warmth enveloping her—the solid press of muscle against her back, the rhythmic rise and fall of breathing, the faint scent of something undeniably Malvoria.

She sighed, shifting slightly, feeling the way her body was cocooned in something both firm and comforting. Strong, muscular hands rested against her waist, their grip gentle but possessive, as if they had been holding her all night.

It felt... nice.

Warm.

Safe.

A part of her wanted to sink deeper into it, to stay wrapped in this feeling just a little longer.

It was relaxing—almost too relaxing. She allowed herself to settle, pressing a little closer, exhaling slowly as the heat of another body soothed her like the softest lullaby.

It wasn't just comforting.

It was dangerously comfortable.

Her mind, still heavy with sleep, barely registered the implications.

All she knew was that the embrace surrounding her was firm, strong, and honestly... a little sexy.

Her lips curled slightly as she shifted, her head finding a more comfortable spot against the pillow. It wasn't often she woke up feeling this content. Maybe she could stay here a little longer, just a few more minutes—

And then—

Her thoughts stilled.

Something clicked in her mind, something crucial, something obvious, something she should have realized immediately.

Her brows furrowed.

Her breath hitched.

Her muscles tensed.

Slowly—very slowly—her eyes flickered open, her vision still adjusting to the soft morning glow.

The first thing she noticed was red.

A curtain of deep crimson spilled over the pillow beside her, a telltale sign of someone she absolutely should not be this close to.

The second thing she noticed was the scent.

It was familiar—smoky, with hints of something dark and rich, something undeniably Malvoria.

And then—

She became fully aware of the situation.

She wasn't just being held.

She was hugging Malvoria.

No—worse.

She was completely cuddling her.

And Malvoria's grip on her waist? Firm.

Like she had no intention of letting go.

Elysia's mind short-circuited.

Her body froze.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Elysia did not move.

She could not move.

Her brain was betraying her, caught between several conflicting emotions that made it impossible to decide what she was supposed to do next.

On the one hand, she should definitely shove Malvoria away and pretend this never happened.

On the other hand...

Her current position was dangerously comfortable.

And—gods help her—a little hot.

Because Malvoria was warm.

And strong.

And smelled unfairly good.

The way her arms were wrapped around Elysia, the way her hands rested against her waist with such casual possessiveness, as if she belonged there, as if this was normal, as if she did this all the time—

It was dangerous.

Elysia could feel every inch of Malvoria's body pressed against hers, solid muscle, perfectly sculpted, the kind of build that made it very difficult to think clearly.

Damn her.

Damn Malvoria and her stupidly attractive everything.

And the worst part?

She wasn't even awake.

She was just lying there, completely unaware of the absolute crisis Elysia was going through.

This was unacceptable.

She had to move.

Now.

Very, very carefully, Elysia shifted, attempting to sneak out of Malvoria's grip without waking her.

Bad idea.

Because the moment she moved, Malvoria tightened her hold, her arms locking around Elysia's waist like a steel trap.

Elysia squeaked.

The movement pulled her closer—closer than she had ever been to Malvoria before, closer than was appropriate for two people who were supposed to hate each other.

Her heart stopped.

She could feel everything.

The heat radiating from Malvoria's body, the slow, steady rhythm of her breathing, the solid press of her muscles—

And then—

Malvoria shifted.

Her leg moved between Elysia's own.

Elysia froze.

Her face erupted into flames.

Oh.

Oh, this was so much worse.

This was—

This was very bad.

Because now she was trapped.

Completely, utterly trapped.

And Malvoria still wasn't awake.

Elysia gritted her teeth.

No. No, I refuse. I will not die like this.

Desperate, she twisted again, trying to pull away, trying to escape, but Malvoria growled in her sleep, low and gravelly, like some kind of territorial beast—

And Elysia panicked.

Her hands shot out, pushing against Malvoria's chest, trying to shove her away—

Bad.

Very bad.

Because now Elysia's hands were on Malvoria's chest.

And Malvoria's chest was very firm.

And her stomach was even firmer.

And her waist was—

GODS, STOP.

Elysia yanked her hands back as if she had been burned.

This was a nightmare.

The gods were punishing her for something, surely.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to think of literally anything else—war strategies, battle formations, taxes—

But none of it worked.

Because she was still in Malvoria's arms.

Because Malvoria was still holding her like this was normal.

And then—

Just as Elysia was about to make one final attempt at escape—

Malvoria stirred.

A slow, deep inhale.

A faint shift of her body.

And then—

Gray eyes opened.

Elysia froze.

She felt Malvoria's body shift slightly, the deep inhale of someone returning to consciousness, the slow tightening of her grip before loosening slightly.

The warmth that had cocooned her moments ago was now a threat, and Elysia could practically feel the tension creeping up her spine as she realized—

Malvoria was waking up.

And she was still wrapped around her.

Elysia squeezed her eyes shut, praying Malvoria would not immediately register what was happening.

Maybe she would wake up groggy and wouldn't notice.

Maybe she would just roll over and let go.

Maybe—

A low hum.

A subtle stretch.

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Then—

A pause.

A very, very long pause.

Elysia felt the way Malvoria's body stiffened, the shift in her breathing as awareness fully settled in.

Oh no.

And then—

"...Interesting."

Elysia's entire body caught fire.

"Don't say that," she hissed immediately, her eyes snapping open.

Malvoria, looking far too amused for someone who had just woken up, tilted her head slightly, still not letting go. "What? It is interesting."

"No, it's not."

"It is very interesting." Malvoria smirked, her voice still husky with sleep. "Are you always this affectionate in the morning, wife?"

Elysia scowled. "I was not affectionate."

Malvoria arched a brow. "So you weren't pressing against me like a needy kitten?"

Elysia gasped, her face burning. "I WAS ASLEEP!"

Malvoria chuckled, clearly delighted by this.

Elysia clenched her jaw, shoving against Malvoria's arm, trying to free herself, but Malvoria's grip was unrelenting.

"Let. Me. Go."

Malvoria exhaled dramatically, as if deeply put out by the demand, but finally—finally—she loosened her hold.

Elysia immediately rolled away, sitting up so fast she nearly got dizzy.

Her heart was racing, her face hot, her body still aware of the warmth she had just been wrapped in.

Malvoria, on the other hand, sat up slowly, stretching like a damn cat, completely unbothered.

Then, with a casual ease that infuriated Elysia, she ran a hand through her crimson hair and announced—

"Today we are going to go to the demon village."