I won't fall for the queen who burned my world-Chapter 115: Is it a date?

Elysia blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

She stared at Malvoria, waiting for her brain to catch up with what she had just heard.

We are going to the demon village.

Why?

Why her?

Why now?

Why did Malvoria, the ever-busy, ever-brutal Demon Queen, suddenly want to take her—the human princess she had forcibly married—to the demon village like they were going on a casual stroll?

Suspicious.

Very suspicious.

Elysia narrowed her eyes.

There were several possible explanations for this, and none of them made sense.

The first possibility?

This was a trap.

Maybe Malvoria had finally decided that having her around was too much of a hassle and planned to leave her in the middle of the village for a public execution.

Elysia gasped.

Would she be hanged?

Burned at the stake?

Thrown into a pit of fire where demons would laugh as they watched her scream?

No, no—that was too dramatic, even for Malvoria.

The second possibility?

This was a test.

Maybe Malvoria wanted to see if she would run—an opportunity for her to prove her loyalty.

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But Elysia wasn't loyal.

At least, she wasn't supposed to be.

Was she?

No.

Absolutely not.

The third possibility?

Malvoria was bored.

Maybe she just wanted some entertainment—to watch Elysia squirm in an unfamiliar place, to see how she handled herself outside the castle, to mess with her.

Yes.

That sounded plausible.

The fourth possibility—

Elysia froze.

What if...

What if she plans to sell me?

Her eyes widened.

What if Malvoria was taking her to some kind of demonic auction?

What if she planned to trade her for some ancient artifact, or a magical beast, or—

No, wait.

Malvoria didn't need money.

And she certainly wouldn't sell Elysia off when she had already claimed her.

Fine.

The fifth possibility—

Elysia felt her stomach drop.

What if Malvoria had figured it out?

What if she knew about Zera's plan?

What if this was a way to corner her, to make her admit everything?

Her palms sweated.

Was Malvoria testing her?

Was this a trap within a trap?

Would Malvoria suddenly turn on her in the middle of the village, eyes burning with betrayal, teeth bared, voice dripping with mockery as she whispered, "I knew it all along, traitor."

Elysia gulped.

No.

No, Malvoria wasn't that cunning—

Actually, no, scratch that.

She was.

But if she had really figured it out, wouldn't she have just killed Elysia in her sleep?

Gods, this is a mess.

Elysia groaned internally, pressing her fingers against her temple.

None of this made sense.

None of it was logical.

But then—

There was one last possibility.

One final explanation that she had ignored up until now.

Something so horrifying, so ridiculous, so outrageous that her own mind refused to accept it.

What if...

What if Malvoria just... wanted to spend time with her?

Elysia felt her entire body reject the thought.

Absolutely not.

No.

That wasn't possible.

Malvoria didn't do things like that.

Malvoria didn't just decide to take her wife out like they were... like they were...

Elysia sucked in a breath, gripping the sheets tightly.

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait—

Was this—

Was this a—

Her mouth moved before she could stop herself.

"Is it a date?"

Elysia immediately regretted asking the question.

The moment the words left her lips, Malvoria's smirk widened—a slow, lazy expression filled with far too much amusement.

"A date?" Malvoria repeated, tilting her head as if genuinely considering it. "Now that's interesting."

Elysia bristled. "Forget it. Forget I said anything."

Malvoria hummed, looking far too smug. "No, no, I like where your mind is going. Do you think it's a date, wife?"

Elysia groaned and dragged a hand down her face. "Malvoria."

"Hm?"

"Answer me properly."

Malvoria sighed, though her smirk never faltered. "Fine. It's not a date."

Elysia should have felt relieved.

She didn't.

Because Malvoria was still looking at her with that insufferable expression, the one that made her feel like she had just walked into a trap.

"So, then," Elysia said warily, crossing her arms, "where are we going?"

"The orphanage."

Elysia blinked. "The orphanage?"

Malvoria nodded, completely casual. "You mentioned some suspicions about it. I figured we'd take a look for ourselves."

That...

That actually made sense.

Elysia should have expected this—Malvoria wasn't the type to ignore potential corruption, and she had always ruled with a strict sense of order. If someone was stealing from her funding, it was only natural she'd want to personally investigate.

And yet, despite how logical it was, Elysia still felt the remnants of her embarrassment burning at the edges of her thoughts.

She never should have asked if it was a date.

Malvoria was never going to let her live that down.

As she tried to push the thought away, Malvoria's gaze flickered over her—lingering, pausing, and then settling firmly on her neck.

Elysia stilled.

She didn't even have to look to know what Malvoria was staring at.

The bite mark.

The one from last night.

Heat crawled up Elysia's skin as she suddenly remembered—the heated kisses, Malvoria's lips against hers, the way her body had melted under her touch, the sharp pain of fangs sinking into her flesh before the warmth of Malvoria's tongue soothed it—

Gods.

Elysia clenched her fists, forcing the memory down, trying desperately to ignore how her pulse quickened.

Malvoria's fingers brushed against her neck.

Elysia shivered.

Malvoria didn't say anything.

She didn't tease her, didn't throw a smirk or a smug comment her way.

She simply leaned in.

And kissed the mark.

Elysia's breath caught.

Her eyes fluttered shut, her body betraying her by leaning ever so slightly into the touch.

It wasn't deep or heated, not like last night.

But it was... lingering.

Almost gentle.

Almost affectionate.

Then—

Malvoria pulled away.

Elysia exhaled—a shaky, uneven breath.

Then—

"I just healed the bite marks," Malvoria murmured. "Open your eyes now."

Elysia hesitated.

She wasn't sure why she hesitated—why she kept her eyes shut for a moment longer, why she felt something strangely off-kilter inside her chest.

It wasn't the bite.

It wasn't even Malvoria's touch.

It was the way she had done it—slow, deliberate, with an intent that Elysia couldn't quite grasp.

And then—

A smirk.

She felt it before she even saw it—the shift in Malvoria's energy, the arrogance radiating off her like heat.

Elysia scowled before she even opened her eyes.

When she finally did, she was not surprised to see Malvoria staring down at her with a very pleased expression, gray eyes gleaming with something dangerously close to amusement.

"There," Malvoria said smoothly. "All healed."

Elysia crossed her arms, trying to ignore the residual heat on her skin. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Malvoria tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Enjoying what?"

Elysia huffed. "You know what."

Malvoria chuckled, low and slow, before reaching up to flick Elysia's forehead.

Elysia yelped, glaring. "What was that for?"

"For thinking too much," Malvoria replied simply. Then, stepping back, she folded her arms and said, "Go get ready, wife."