FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING
Chapter 81: THE DAY OF A SUCCUBUS

Chapter 81: THE DAY OF A SUCCUBUS

The mornings in the demon realm were always silent, with the sky bleeding with a seemingly smoldering glow from the suns that rose up from opposite sides of the horizon, glowing like the last breath of a dying fire. Velmoria always awoke at this time, and this morning was not any different. She stirred in her silk draped bed, her skin catching the faint light that seeped through the arched windows of her chambers.

She stretched her back, her small back leathery wings unfurling lazily behind her, brushing against the cool post of wood that made up her headboard.

She let out a soft sigh after her stretch. Her eyes drooped lazily, and her blue hair stood in all directions. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the cold floor against her bare feet seemingly grounding her. Since she now worked for the queen, she had no worry about being late to serve the demon king.

After she had opened her windows, she tossed a short robe that fell to her mid thighs over her shoulders before walking to her bathroom where a tub of cold water waited. She took a quick bath, and wore her usual black maid attire.

As she was tying her hair in a bun, a knock sounded at her door, a sharp and clipped rhythm that belonged to a demon that she knew. She opened the door, and outside was Shazirath, floating a few inches in the air, holding a parchment in his hands.

"Velmoria," he greeted, "I hope your morning is good."

Velmoria leaned on her door, and gave him a short curt nod, "Up early I see, Shazirath."

The demon bobbed his head up and down, "Cannot be asleep if the demon king is awake." He handed her a parchment that he was carrying.

Velmoria opened it to find the outfit that the king wished for his queen to wear.

At this point, why not just allow him to dress her from head to toe? Velmoria grumbled.

"I will have it done. Has the queen woken up yet?"

"I do no think so. He has already gone to his office to start his work for the day."

Velmoria groaned, "I guess that means that our day should also start." She opened the parchment, taking note of the gown description in her mind and trying to remember where it had been placed.

"See you later," she waved Shazirath off with a flick of her hand, and closed her door behind her with a soft click. The gown described in the parchment was one of the simpler ones, perhaps because the queen had a lot of work to do, and the king was trying to ensure that she was comfortable.

*Heh* Velmoria laughed mentally, *as if that would happen.*

The king had quite an odd habit of taking the queen like a doll he liked to dress up. There was no other way to explain the extent of his obsession with the queen’s wardrobe. It had made Velmoria roll her eyes more times than she cared to count. She could feel like it was not just about appearances for the king. His meticulous control over what she wore to what she wore was a reflection of the possessive undercurrent that ran through the soft demeanor that he showed to the queen.

It was endearing in a way, Velmoria supposed, but she did not really understand how their new demon queen put up with it.

Or perhaps the queen did not even notice how the king acted when he was not acting like a pup in front of her.

However, what did she know? She was just a lowly succubus.

The king was cold and calculating when dealing with anyone who was not the queen, including those who had been with him for many years as his comrades and advisors. His words were always measured, and he almost never had a reaction to anything.

Heck, the first time she had seen him smile was when he first sent a letter to the angel realm to ask for his wife’s hand in marriage.

Velmoria tied the final knot on her bun, letting the curls stick down the nape of her neck. The hairstyle always framed her face and brought out her cat like eyes. She glanced at herself in the mirror, giving a smirk at the reflection.

After she was dressed she gathered herself before she stepped out of her room, to the quiet castle halls. The muffled echoes of her heeled steps the only sound in the halls. The flickering torches were the only thing that cast shadows across the ceilings, with little trickles of sunlight peeking through the ceiling high windows.

She made her way to the chambers that made up the queen’s wardrobe. There, she found Xyra, Solenne and Lysia already there. The three demons usually awoke earlier than she did in order to arrange the queen’s gowns and to assist her to find the gown the king had instructed for the day.

They located the gown a few minutes later, and Velmoria gave a nod after seeing it.

Although the king acted like a possessive bastard towards the queen, she had to admit that he had impeccable taste. The gown, despite having dark colors, would complement the queen’s hair and wings without it looking tacky.

Velmoria doubted if she were given the chance, she could have picked something that was so unlike the queen, but could match her so perfectly.

The dress that the queen was to wear was one that was a deep crimson, made of silk and embroidered with black thread that shimmered like starlight when it caught the right angle. It was one of the creations that belonged to Melasva. Velmoria had only seen it when it had been delivered and placed in the chambers that served as the queen’s wardrobe.

After the gown had been pulled out and straightened, the four of them made their way to the royal’s chamber. The large doors were closed shut, and they stood outside as Velmoria knocked, before waiting for the queen to invite them into the room.

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