I won't fall for the queen who burned my world-Chapter 65: Let people help you

The door clicked softly behind the departing healer, leaving an unsettling silence in its wake.

Elysia sat rigidly on the edge of her bed, her injured arm cradled against her chest, eyes flickering warily to the figure standing across the room.

Malvoria.

The Demon Queen leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed over her chest, her gray eyes unreadable as they settled on Elysia.

The flickering light from the fireplace cast soft shadows across her sharp features, highlighting the faint glimmer of her horns and the fiery strands of her crimson hair.

The tension between them felt palpable, crackling like a live wire in the quiet room.

What now? Elysia wondered, her heart pounding louder than she cared to admit.

Malvoria sighed softly, breaking the silence as she pushed off the wall. With a wave of her hand, a small healer's box materialized in the air before her, hovering briefly before settling onto the bedside table.

Elysia blinked, surprised by the sudden appearance. The box was simple but well-crafted, its polished wooden surface gleaming faintly. Inside, neatly arranged, were bandages, healing salves, and other supplies.

Without a word, Malvoria approached, her footsteps measured and deliberate. She pulled out a clean cloth and a jar of salve, her movements precise, almost clinical. The familiar smirk was absent from her face, replaced by an expression of calm focus.

Elysia's throat tightened as Malvoria knelt before her, their proximity making her pulse quicken.

She didn't know what unnerved her more—the memory of last night's failed attempt to kill Malvoria, or the Demon Queen's unexpected gentleness now.

"Hold still," Malvoria instructed softly, her voice low but firm.

Elysia swallowed hard, nodding slightly.

The first touch of the cloth against her injured arm made her flinch, but Malvoria's grip was steady, her fingers warm against Elysia's skin as she gently cleaned the wound.

The silence stretched between them, growing heavier with each passing moment until Elysia couldn't bear it any longer.

"Why are you doing this?" she blurted out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Malvoria's hand paused briefly, her gray eyes flicking up to meet Elysia's. "What do you mean?"

Elysia bit her lip, unsure how to phrase what she was really asking. "After... last night," she finally managed, her voice shaky. "After I... tried to..." She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

"Stab me?" Malvoria supplied dryly, raising an eyebrow.

Elysia's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Yes," she muttered. "That."

Malvoria chuckled softly, though the sound lacked its usual sharpness. "You didn't think I'd let a little thing like attempted murder ruin our morning, did you?"

Elysia shot her a glare, but it lacked real venom. "That's not what I meant."

Malvoria's expression grew serious as she resumed tending to Elysia's wound. She didn't answer immediately, taking her time as she applied the salve with careful precision. Elysia watched her, the question hanging heavy in the air.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Malvoria spoke.

"I need to do everything right," she said softly, almost too softly for Elysia to hear.

Elysia blinked, confused. "Do everything right for what?"

Malvoria's gaze locked onto hers, and for a brief moment, something flickered in those gray eyes—something almost vulnerable.

"For a healthy child," Malvoria replied evenly.

The words hit Elysia like a punch to the gut, and she stiffened instinctively. "A child?" she echoed, her voice sharp with disbelief. "You're already thinking about that?"

Malvoria's lips curved into a faint smirk, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "It's part of the plan, isn't it? Marry, secure power, and ensure a legacy. I told you that yesterday night or was it too much for you to remember"

Elysia's mind reeled, her thoughts spiraling in a thousand directions at once. She shook her head slowly, trying to process what she had just heard. "But... I don't even know if that will happen," she whispered, more to herself than to Malvoria.

Malvoria's expression didn't change, but there was a flicker of something—curiosity, perhaps—behind her calm exterior. "Why not?"

"Because..." Elysia hesitated, searching for the right words. "Because I never imagined... this. Us. Any of it." She exhaled softly, frustration creeping into her tone. "Everything has happened so fast, and now you're already thinking about children?"

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Malvoria's hands remained steady as she wrapped a bandage around Elysia's arm, but her gaze softened ever so slightly. "It's practical," she replied matter-of-factly. "Emotions aside, an heir solidifies everything."

Elysia scoffed, shaking her head. "Emotions aside? That's all this is to you, isn't it? Practicality. Strategy."

"Isn't that why you married me?" Malvoria shot back, her tone cool but not unkind. "For your father. For your kingdom."

Elysia flinched, the truth of Malvoria's words stinging more than she cared to admit. "That doesn't mean I'm ready to bring a child into this mess."

Malvoria finished tying off the bandage, leaning back slightly. "Then you're not ready," she said simply. "It's not something that needs to happen tomorrow."

Elysia blinked, surprised by the unexpected reassurance. "So... you're not going to force—"

"I'm not a monster," Malvoria interrupted, her voice laced with mild annoyance. "Well, not entirely."

Elysia couldn't help the faint smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. "Could've fooled me."

Malvoria chuckled softly, her sharp eyes glinting with amusement. "You're insufferable."

"Takes one to know one," Elysia shot back, relaxing just a fraction.

For a moment, the tension in the room eased, replaced by something almost... familiar. Comfortable, even. But the weight of the conversation lingered in the back of Elysia's mind, a constant reminder of the complicated web they were tangled in.

Malvoria stood, placing the healer's supplies back in the box with meticulous care. She turned to face Elysia, crossing her arms loosely over her chest.

"Stop acting like you have to bear everything alone," Malvoria said quietly, her voice softer than Elysia had ever heard it. She reached out, gently flicking Elysia's forehead with her fingers.

Elysia blinked in surprise. "What was that for?"

"Stop being stubborn," Malvoria replied, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "Let people help you."

Elysia huffed, rubbing her forehead. "Easier said than done."

Malvoria chuckled softly, taking a step back. For a moment, Elysia thought she might lean in—thought, perhaps, that the Demon Queen would close the distance between them.

But then Malvoria's expression hardened ever so slightly, and she turned on her heel, heading toward the door without another word.

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving Elysia alone once more.

Elysia exhaled slowly, her mind swirling with unanswered questions.

What just happened?