I won't fall for the queen who burned my world-Chapter 141: Planning

A few days had passed, and Malvoria was seated in her office—but for once, she wasn't drowning in work.

No, the reports scattered across her desk had been pushed aside, left abandoned in favor of something far more pressing.

She was finishing her plan for her date with Elysia.

Though calling it a date still felt strange.

Malvoria exhaled, tapping her fingers against the polished wood of her desk, her piercing grey eyes scanning over the map she had spread out before her.

They weren't going anywhere grand or fancy—Elysia wasn't the type to enjoy a stiflingly formal evening full of empty courtesies and noble expectations.

No, if Malvoria had learned anything about her wife (and that word still did something strange to her chest), it was that she was a rebel at heart.

The kind of princess who would rather run barefoot through the woods than wear a tiara. The kind who would rather chase an adventure than sit through a dull royal banquet.

So Malvoria had spent time—more time than she'd like to admit—choosing the perfect place.

The Montis Askrath, a mountain nestled deep in the demon realm. It wasn't too dangerous, but it held the promise of an adventure, of discovery.

The terrain was varied, leading to hidden springs, crystal caves, and stunning cliffside views of the land below. It was a place where the air was fresh, untouched by war or the weight of responsibility.

It was perfect.

And—if Malvoria was honest with herself—she wanted to see Elysia there. Wanted to see her face light up when she saw the world from the mountain peaks, wanted to watch her get competitive when they had to climb, wanted to hear her voice echo with laughter instead of frustration.

At the thought, Malvoria felt a small, rare smile tug at her lips.

Then the door swung open, and she immediately schooled her face back to its usual unreadable expression, clearing her throat.

One of her captains stood at the entrance, looking hesitant before stepping inside. "Your Majesty," he greeted, bowing slightly.

"What is it?" Malvoria asked, leaning back in her chair.

"We received your orders," he said carefully, glancing briefly at the abandoned paperwork on her desk. "You'll be leaving for a few days?"

Malvoria nodded. "I assume there's an issue with that?"

"Not an issue, per se." He hesitated, as if considering his words. "Just... unusual."

Malvoria narrowed her eyes. "You're implying something."

The captain sighed. "You don't take time off, Your Majesty. Ever."

He wasn't wrong.

Malvoria had ruled for years, and in that time, she had barely allowed herself a moment of respite. There had always been something demanding her attention—wars to fight, treaties to negotiate, enemies to crush. She had never wanted to take a break.

But now...

Now, she was choosing to do this.

Choosing to step away.

Choosing to be with Elysia.

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The thought alone was enough to unsettle her.

The captain shifted his weight, watching her carefully. "Should we prepare extra security while you're away?"

Malvoria resisted the urge to scoff. "I can handle myself."

"I know that." He crossed his arms. "But the kingdom—"

"The kingdom will not crumble because I am gone for a few days," she interrupted, tone sharp. "You will keep things running in my absence. If I receive word that anything has gone wrong, I will personally see to it that those responsible regret it."

The captain nodded quickly. "Understood."

Silence stretched between them for a moment before Malvoria sighed.

She knew they weren't wrong to question this. It was unlike her.

And yet, she was still doing it.

Her fingers drummed against the desk once more.

She should go tell Elysia.

Before she could overthink it, Malvoria stood, rolling up the map with precision before tucking it under her arm.

With long, purposeful strides, she left her office.

This was happening.

Malvoria walked with purpose, her long strides carrying her through the castle halls at a pace that had servants quickly stepping out of her way.

Normally, she wasn't one to rush—everything she did was calculated, deliberate, controlled. But now, for some reason, she found herself moving with more urgency than she liked.

The realization irritated her.

She had spent the past few days locked in her office, planning this ridiculous date—though she still wasn't entirely sure what had possessed her to suggest it in the first place. And now, she was rushing to tell Elysia, as if she couldn't wait any longer.

She let out a slow, measured breath, forcing herself to maintain her usual composed expression as she approached a group of maids dusting the ornate hall.

"Where is Elysia?" Malvoria asked, her voice firm but not unkind.

The maids immediately straightened, eyes widening slightly. Then—rather than answering right away—one of them, a young demon woman with curling dark horns and mischievous golden eyes, smiled slyly.

"Oh? Looking for your wife, Your Majesty?"

Malvoria's brow twitched. "Don't test me."

Another maid giggled behind her hand. "You haven't asked about her in days, and now you're in such a hurry. Interesting."

Malvoria exhaled sharply, narrowing her grey eyes. "I don't have time for this."

The first maid grinned, clearly unbothered by Malvoria's impatience. "She's in the gardens," she finally said. "Walking alone."

Malvoria didn't respond. She simply turned on her heel and strode away, ignoring the knowing laughter that followed her down the corridor.

The gardens were quiet when Malvoria arrived. The sun had begun to set, casting long shadows over the carefully maintained hedges and vibrant flowers.

The scent of fresh earth and blooming roses filled the air, mingling with the cool evening breeze.

And there—at the far end of the garden, near the stone archway covered in ivy—was Elysia.

She was walking slowly, her silver hair catching the fading light, making it look almost ethereal. She wasn't paying much attention to her surroundings, lost in whatever thoughts plagued her mind.

Malvoria stopped a few paces away, simply watching her for a moment.

Elysia looked... peaceful. But not entirely.

There was a slight furrow in her brow, a tension in the way her arms were crossed over herself, as if she were deep in thought.

Malvoria wasn't sure if she wanted to interrupt.

But then Elysia turned slightly, catching sight of her, and their eyes met.

Malvoria, suddenly feeling ridiculous for just standing there, cleared her throat and stepped forward.

"We need to talk," she said, voice steady.

Elysia blinked, seeming surprised to see her. "Oh. Now you want to talk?"

Malvoria ignored the jab. "Come."

She didn't wait for Elysia to agree. She simply turned and began walking toward the garden bench, expecting her to follow.

And, after a moment, Elysia did.