FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING
Chapter 83: THE DAY OF A SUCCUBUS (3)

Chapter 83: THE DAY OF A SUCCUBUS (3)

As they were fastening the final clasps in the gown, Arella looked up at Velmoria through the mirror, "How are the coronation preparations going on your end."

"The food list you prepared was approved by the chefs in the kitchen your highness. The produce is being purchased today, perhaps you can go have a look in the evening?"

"Alright, what about the decorations?"

"Also purchased, they have begun changing some of the old furniture already, and the maids are working to clean the palace before the coronation day."

"You work so effortlessly." Her words were an obvious complement.

"Thank you. When you work for so many years, you get used to it." Velmoria accepted her complement with a wide grin.

After seeing the dress on Queen Arella, it was of no doubt to Velmoria that the king had picked this dress to show the queen’s brother that she was now a demon queen, not just an angel that he could come and collect whenever he wished. The king truly was calculating.

She quickly styled the queen’s hair, letting it flow over her shoulders, before they finally left her chambers, making their way down the winding corridors towards the dining area. Queen Arella walked ahead of them, having already mastered a few of the hallways of the castle.

The air seemed to grow heavier as they descended the winding corridors, as the demonic energy grew stronger with every step down the stairs. The scent of freshly baked bread and some saucy meat filled the air causing Velmoria’s stomach to rumble just a little bit.

Her hunger was growing even larger and the scent of actual food was doing nothing to help her situation.

Walking behind Queen Arella, she caught the subtle twitch of her wings, and finally noticed the faint tension that had stiffened in her shoulders.

Velmoria’s hunger was suddenly of little importance as she worried about what she could do to make the queen feel better. She did not dislike the angel who had become their queen, and despite the obvious differences between them, she actually wished for the queen to feel comfortable in the demon realm.

If only to ensure their king did not run berserk.

The presence of the angel male, her brother, was the only thing different about this morning, which meant that it was likely that their queen’s troubles stemmed from him. Now, Velmoria wanted to see this angel, meet him, if only to try and understand why his presence made her queen look so troubled.

As they approached the double doors that led to the dining hall, the holy power in the air thickened, holy power completely different from their queen’s. It sent a ripple through Velmoria, from her fingertips all the way to the tip of her tail. As quickly as it had come, it dissipated, as if the feeling had never been there at all.

Velmoria rolled her shoulders back, stretching them, trying to shake off the tension that prickled at her skin. The faint murmuring of voices from the other side of the room reached their ears, and the queen stopped at the door, standing still. Velmoria, Xyra and Lysia stood behind her, glancing at each other, wondering why the queen had stopped. Her wings had stiffened, and she

Then, after a few seconds, she took in a deep breath and nodded at the guards who pushed open the massive doors. The sound of the wood groaning echoed through the hall, and the two males who were seated at the large dining table turned to look at the queen.

The scent of bread and spiced meat was even stronger, and Velmoria’s stomach let out an involuntary rumble. Before walking in, Queen Arella turned to her assistants, and gave them a small smile, "You can go have something to eat and tend your other duties."

The three of them gave a bow, and Velmoria stood at the door for a second longer, watching as the queen walked into the room. The demon king stood from his chair, giving her a dimpled smile and kiss before pulling her chair out for her.

Then, just before the doors closed, the male angel turned his head, and looked back at Velmoria, and their eyes met. His eyes seemed to pore into her, as he squinted them in an expression that looked eerily similar to Queen Arella’s.

After the doors had been closed, Velmoria’s gaze dropped and it was as if the air had rushed back into her lungs, and she turned to look at the two other demons. "Shall we go have breakfast."

"Yes please. I’m starving." Lysia’s quiet voice rang in the hall.

"I wish we could have remained, the tension between the king and the queen’s brother looked terribly delectable." Xyra mumbled as they turned to walk to the servant’s dining chamber.

"I do not envy the queen, the room felt like it was about to explode." Lysia shook her head, as if just the thought felt daunting.

"Lucky us, we get to enjoy our meal without the fear of losing our appetite." Velmoria joked, a cackle escaping her lips.

Although Velmoria was acting like her normal self, the tension from the dining hall still clung to her like a second skin. She could almost feel the angel’s gaze lingering on her, even though the doors had long since closed behind them.

There was something unsettling about those eyes—or was it his gaze. It was as if he could see straight through her, peeling back every layer of her carefully constructed self. It was as if he was looking down at her from a high vantage point., looking down at her. The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

Was it because he was an angel. His power felt nothing like the soothing power that emanated from the queen. It was cold, like ice, even from the distance that Velmoria had seen him from.

She needed to ensure that she stayed very far from him.

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