FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING
Chapter 33: THE MORNING OF A DEMON QUEEN (2)

Chapter 33: THE MORNING OF A DEMON QUEEN (2)

The door creaked open, and Velmoria stepped inside, her dark skin gleaming faintly in the sunlight that streamed into the room. Three other demons followed behind her, all bowing and giving her greetings, before they busied themselves with tidying up the room.

One made the bed, while another opened the curtains, and the last one carried a neatly folded stack of clothes in her arms. She placed them on the trunk that was at the foot of the bed before standing next to Velmoria.

"Good morning, my queen." Velmoria curtsied.

"Good morning, Velmoria. I would like a bath first." Arella watched them work.

"It will be prepared right away." Velmoria ushered the demon who had been carrying Arella’s clothes to the adjoining bathing chamber.

Velmoria then led her to the vanity area and gestured for her to sit. She picked up a comb that was on the desk and began to comb Arella’s hair skillfully, detangling the knotted hair in the process. "I trust you have rested well, your highness." There was a slight teasing tone to her voice that Arella failed to notice, seeing as her eyes had been drawn to the dark mark that was at the side of her neck. It was the darkest and looked as if a dog had gnawed on it like a chew toy.

She cursed the king in her mind, "Well enough." She allowed her wings to droop, giving Velmoria more access to her head.

"That is good." Velmoria was surprised that the angel was not embarrassed by matters regarding sex as she had expected. "Today you have to meet with the designers, who will arrive before noon. Then the king has requested your presence as he meets with the generals later in the day. In addition, you have to make plans for your coronation. There will be meetings with the high nobles, but that can be pushed to tomorrow, no later than that. Tonight, the runners-up of the royal performers competition will perform for the two of you. Your highness and his highness are expected to choose your favorite performers."

Arella nodded, noting down everything she said in her mind.

"Invite the nobles you think are most important for me to meet tomorrow; I trust your judgement seeing as I am not yet well versed with the demon realm yet." Velmoria tied the hair up at the top of Arella’s head, very careful to avoid the halo that hummed with holy power. "In addition, I need to learn as much as I can on the demons and touch up on information that I already know, so I would appreciate it if you brought me some books so I can prepare for tomorrow."

"There is a study room prepared for the Queen; I can lead you there later."

"That will be perfect, thank you." Arella gestured to the water, "Can one of you please give me a glass of water?" Her voice was soft.

The demon who had opened the curtain moved quickly to do as she asked. Her feet made no sound against the stone floor. As she approached, Arella took note of her appearance. The demon’s skin was light, almost white, without an ounce of color on it—almost as if all color had been drained from it. After she had gotten closer, Arella noticed the green scales that ran down her neck.

The demon extended the glass with a slight bow, her hands trembling faintly, "Here, your majesty." Her voice was quiet, almost timid.

She accepted the water, "Thank you." She took a sip to soothe her throat, the cool liquid a welcome relief. She glanced once more at the scales on the demon’s neck, causing the demon to cover it, a red flush covering her pale cheeks.

"What is your name?" Arella’s voice was gentle as she lowered the glass.

The demon hesitated, her yellow eyes flicking to Velmoria—who was still combing out Arella’s hair—and back to Arella’s for just a brief moment before darting away, "It is Lysia, my queen."

"Lysia," Arella repeated, letting the name roll off of her tongue. "Thank you for the water."

She hoped to ease the tension she could feel radiating from the demon. The servant demon’s eyes widened lightly upon hearing her name from Arella, as though she had not expected any kindness from the angel. She dipped her head quickly, and Arella noticed her scales fan out slightly from her skin.

"It is an honor, my queen." The demon’s reply was barely above a whisper.

Lysia then retreated to the edge of the room—moving with a grace that showed her nervousness—to join the other two demon maids.

With the windows now open, sunlight now fully illuminated the room, warming the cold stone floor beneath her feet. "I am done with your hair, my queen." Velmoria placed the brush on the vanity. Allera looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair had been tied up in a complicated knot near the top of her head. "I like it. Thank you, Velmoria."

"Now off to the bath, your majesty."

They walked to the bathing chamber. Now that it wasn’t dark and her mind was not clouded by lust, she could really take in the beauty of the bathing area. The arched windows that overlooked the demon realm allowed light to spill into the room, casting patterns of shadows on the dark obsidian floor. Each window was framed by dark stone, etched with delicate carvings of what Arella assumed were demonic symbols, seeing as they were similar to those etched onto the bedside table.

The large sunken tub was lined with black marble with streaks of crimson that seemed to glow in the sunlight. Water bubbled softly within, steaming gently.

Arella walked cautiously around the tub, pausing by one of the windows to look at the view outside. The demon realm stretched out before her. Jagged mountains pierced the sky, their peaks shrouded in hazy mist. Rivers of molten fire snaked through valleys, their fiery glow visible even from so far away. Yet, amidst the harshness of it all, she could see patches of greenery, forests with dark towering trees, and fields dotted with vibrant flowers.

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