I won't fall for the queen who burned my world-Chapter 93: Did she enjoy it?

Malvoria's sword clashed against her opponent's, the sharp clang of steel ringing through the training yard.

She liked training days. It kept her mind focused, her body sharp, and most importantly—

It distracted her.

At least, it should have. But today?

Her mind was not cooperating.

She had barely been back from her mission for a full day, and already she was being dragged into another mess—this time, one that involved her own soldiers getting kidnapped alongside her wife.

The absolute incompetence. With a sharp twist, she disarmed her opponent, sending his sword clattering to the ground.

The soldier, still panting, barely had time to straighten before Malvoria turned to the rest of them.

"Now," she said, sheathing her blade. "Someone explain to me how the hells you all managed to get kidnapped alongside my wife."

A few of them shifted awkwardly.

Silence.

Then—

"Well... uh..." One of the soldiers scratched the back of his head.

Malvoria arched a brow. "Well?"

Another soldier coughed. "It's, uh... not exactly our fault?"

Malvoria narrowed her eyes. "Not your fault?"

A third soldier quickly jumped in. "Okay, technically, we were just—uh—following orders."

"...Whose orders?"

Silence.

Then, after a long pause—

"...Elysia's."

Malvoria stared.

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The soldiers all exchanged wary glances.

One of them shifted. "She... kind of asked to come."

Malvoria's eye twitched. "She asked?"

They nodded rapidly.

"She, uh... she really wanted to see the village," one admitted.

"And she looked really excited—"

"—And she smiled at us—"

"—And we didn't want to say no—"

Malvoria exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Her soldiers. Her highly trained, elite demon warriors.

Reduced to a bunch of weak-willed fools because of a single smile She could not believe this.

She took a slow breath. "So, let me get this straight."

The soldiers straightened.

"You let my wife—the Queen of Demons—waltz into a village full of commoners—"

"...Yes?"

"—Completely unprotected—"

"She was with us—"

"—And you did this because she looked excited?"

The soldiers nodded. Malvoria closed her eyes for a moment.

Then—

"...Did she enjoy it?"

A pause.

Then—

"Oh, definitely."

Immediately, the soldiers perked up, eager to tell her everything.

Malvoria listened, arms crossed, as they enthusiastically described the entire day.

They started with the food.

Apparently, Elysia had insisted on trying as much as possible—

"She loved the bread—"

"—But the spicy meat? Oh."

"She tried so hard to handle it—"

"She wouldn't admit it was too much—"

"She turned red—"

Malvoria found herself smiling.

The image of Elysia, stubborn as ever, trying to pretend that the food wasn't setting her mouth on fire—

It was...

Amusing.

The soldiers continued, explaining how they walked through the village, pointing out how people kept staring because—

"Well, I mean, she was kind of glowing—"

"And she kept smiling at everything—"

"And she was dressed in a way that made her look important, even if she was in disguise—"

Then—

The tavern.

"Oh, she ordered for all of us."

Malvoria raised a brow. "She did?"

"Oh, yeah."

"She just—walked up to the counter, all confident, like she belonged there—"

"—And she picked out all the food herself—"

Malvoria could practically see it.

Elysia, silver hair gleaming under the dim tavern lights, standing tall, commanding attention without even trying.

The thought made her chest tighten in a way she did not want to examine.

The soldiers kept talking, their voices animated, their smiles fond.

And Malvoria...

She just listened.

And, for the first time in a long time...

She smiled, too.

The soldiers were still grinning, clearly too pleased with their storytelling.

Malvoria had been listening for far too long, her expression softening—just slightly—as they recounted Elysia's time in the village.

Then—

"You look happier, Your Majesty."

The words cut through the air.

Malvoria's gaze snapped to the soldier who had spoken.

The others froze.

The soldier in question—one of her more fearless warriors had the audacity to hold her gaze, a small knowing smirk playing on his lips.

Malvoria's expression immediately shuttered.

The warmth that had crept onto her face vanished.

Her spine straightened, and her voice dropped to its usual cold, commanding tone.

"Get back to training."

The smirk disappeared.

The soldiers scrambled, immediately returning to their exercises, their movements sharp and disciplined.

Malvoria watched them for a moment longer, her face unreadable, before turning on her heel and walking toward the castle.

She would not be caught slipping.

Not again.

Not over Elysia.

As she strode through the castle corridors, her mind, against her will, replayed everything she had heard.

Elysia had genuinely enjoyed the village.

She had smiled, explored, blended in—

For a moment, she hadn't been the Queen of Demons.

She had just been...

Elysia.

Malvoria's fingers twitched at her sides.

She had never considered taking Elysia outside the castle before.

It had always seemed unnecessary.

The castle was safe.

The outside world was not.

And yet—

The image of Elysia's excitement, her wide-eyed wonder, her refusal to let anyone stop her from enjoying something as simple as walking through a village—

It made Malvoria pause.

Perhaps...

Perhaps she could take her somewhere else.

Somewhere more... controlled.

More secure.

But still outside these walls.

Her eyes flickered toward the castle gates.

It had been years since she had taken an outing with anyone.

But maybe...

Just maybe...

She could make an exception.

Her steps slowed as she reached her office.

Then—

A thought struck her.

She exhaled sharply, a small, almost imperceptible smirk curling at the corner of her lips.

It's almost dinner time.

She adjusted her gloves, turning toward the kitchens.

I should get something ready for Elysia.

Malvoria walked toward the castle's grand kitchen, her boots clicking against the polished stone floors.

She was not the kind of ruler who concerned herself with meals.

And yet, here she was.

Thinking about what Elysia would like.

She sighed, running a hand through her red hair.

This was ridiculous.

And yet—

Her feet did not stop.

By the time she reached the kitchen doors, she had already made up her mind.

Fine.

If she was going to do this, she would at least make sure it was done properly.