FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING
Chapter 74: THE PREPARATIONS

Chapter 74: THE PREPARATIONS

Arella was, in one word, exhausted.

It had been another few days, and all she had been doing was studying on demons, preparing for her coronation, and having discussions with the generals about the strangers. She had not gotten any free time to even contact her family back in the angel realm.

However, she had so much to do, and so little time.

Originally the planning of a queen’s coronation was done by the king’s mother, as Arella had read. However, no one went out of their way to mention anything about his mother, and Arella had not seen the use to ask about it.

She would figure it out at some point anyway.

The demon king was also very helpful in anything she wanted to know. He answered all of her questions, and had some books delivered to her in areas he could not explain to her well.

In addition to being very helpful, he had gotten the habit of cornering her in the oddest of places in the palace and having his way with her on every surface he could find. Arella was pretty sure that many of the servants knew what their king and queen were up to in the discreet - not so discreet - corners of the castle.

Arella had quickly learned that she was not as quiet during sex as she had thought.

Varziel seemed to love to put her to tears, making her orgasm over and over before he finally came himself.

She was left sore almost every time, and with fresh marks over her skin every few hours.

It did not help that most of her clothes did not cover her neck, and some did not cover even her shoulders. It was no secret between her personal servants and Velmoria of the marks of her intimacy with Varziel. Heck, she suspected everyone had clocked in on it.

Though the demon maids would keep their gazes lowered when she passed, Arella could almost always feel their knowing smirks. She had, of course, once tried to cover her gowns with a sheer scarf that paired well with her gown of that day. However, King Varziel, with his infuriatingly smug grin, had tugged it away, pushed her back on a wall, and claimed her, all the while leaving more marks on her neck, shoulders and arms.

Arella’s eye twitched at the memory.

She was brought out of her thoughts by a soft knock at her study door. Xyra poked her head into the door, a bright smile on her face, "the designers have arrived, your majesty."

Arella looked up from the book she was reading about royal etiquette, and gave Xyra a small smile, "They are early." She commented as she stood up.

"As they should be," Xyra walked into the room to help Arella smooth down her gown and hair. "They had to prepare the dresses for display, that is why they arrived so early."

Every day, Arella was dressed in dresses made of soft luxurious fabric. She had no say in the clothes that Velmoria chose for her daily, but she did not mind, seeing as they were comfortable, despite being very luxurious.

"I see." Arella touched her halo, and it hummed gently. She really needed to get in touch with her brother. It was odd that he had not contacted her over the doubts he had had.

Arella walked in front of Xyra as they walked down the corridor that led to the fitting room. It had been days since she had moved to the palace, and despite her good memory, it had taken a while to figure out some of the layout. The winding corridors and dark halls almost always looked the same to Arella.

However, she was slowly learning to spot the differences in the hall. The portraits were one indicator, and there was even a statue in one of the massive corridors that led to the dining chamber.

The castle itself had settled into a rhythm of bustling preparations. The coronation preparations were more than simply purchasing a dress and being the pretty angel that she was. Arella had to make plans for food, purchase new furniture, come up with a plan for the decorations, actually purchase the decorations.

It was all exhausting, but watching it all come together was actually rewarding.

The drawing room where the designers were was the same one as before. The grand hall with its high windows and crimson drapes still amazed Arella. Just like in the halls, there were demons bustling about the drawing room, adjusting mannequins and laying out fabrics carefully.

Some of the garments that had been unpacked immediately caught Arella’s eye. It was pure black, and the layers looked soft enough to be mistaken for a black cloud. Arella immediately recognized the design as one of those that belonged to the demon Azrathion.

The dress itself was intricate with golden embellishments, and Arella could not imagine a hulking male demon such as Azrathion working on it. However, It was gorgeous, even more gorgeous than it had looked on paper. the corset design was unlike those in the demon realm, but the dramatic flaring skirt was eye catching enough to ignore the tight laced corset.

Arella moved closer to the dress, her fingertips grazing the soft fabric as she took in its details. The gold embellishments shimmered in the light, and the closer she looked, the more intricate they appeared. Tiny patterns of vines and flames intertwined, creating a somewhat hypnotic effect.

"This is beautiful." Arella murmured before noticing that the air in the hall had stood still. All the demons had turned to look at her, her massive wings making it impossible for her to be discreet.

Or was it her halo.

Arella turned to look at Azrathion who was twisting his fingers around each other, he was obviously nervous, as his was the first design to be noticed by the queen. Arella only gave him a reassuring smile before moving on to the next mannequin.

The dress on that one was pure white, with white tulle bows that sat on each shoulder and with ribbons that fell from the bows. The neckline was just below the collarbone while the sleeves were simply the bows.

"Another gorgeous one," she smiled up at Lorthiel who was sweating obvious bullets.

The last dress was formfitting. It was red and black in color, a stark contrast from the white dress that stood beside it. The sleeves were long, and the shoulders plus back were bare.

Melasva stood beside it, bowing her bald head. Although she did not outwardly show her nerves, Arella could feel it.

The dress was gorgeous, and Arella had obviously never worn anything like it. She almost could not wait to try it on. "This one is bold, as expected of you. You did not disappoint."

Melasva bowed, and Arella did not speak to her further.

"Shall we try the clothes on?" Velmoria appeared out nowhere, holding a clipboard in her hands. The succubus was even more busy than Arella was. In addition to helping her with her studies, she also had duties delegated to her from both the queen and king.

However, she still looked very chirpy, as if none of the exhaustion got to her.

"Of course," Arella could not deny that she was a little bit excited to try out the clothing. The hall was immediately transformed into a private fitting area. She stepped behind a silk partition, where the attendants of Lorthiel helped her out of her clothes and into the white gown. They made no comment of the hickies on her skin, but Arella had seen the knowing expressions that they had.

She had flushed from the neck, but did not comment on it, and neither did they. As she looked at the gown, she felt like she had gone back home. The soft tulle bows on her shoulders and the flowing ribbons gave her the appearance of a goddess descended from the heaves. She looked angelic. They accentuated her halo and wings, making her look every inch the angel she was.

"It is lovely," Arella’s tone was soft. She stepped out from behind the partition, only to find the demon king seated there, poring through the sketch book from one of the designers. Echo had also walked in at some time, and was seated on the floor next to King Varziel. His eyes were closed, and he looked comfortable, being perched at King Varziel’s feet.

"Oh, you are here." Arella’s eyes widened in surprise, "That is good, I had some clothes commissioned for you as well, you should try them."

It was then that Varziel looked up from the book, and his eyes became wide as he took in Arella’s figure. He set the sketchbook down at his side, his gaze fixed on her as if she were the only light in the room. Heck, as if she were the only light in the demon realm. His silence spoke louder than any words, and for a moment, Arella was sure he was not going to say anything. Until finally, he cleared his throat, "You look gorgeous," he gave her a dimpled grin.

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