Chapter 61: THE ANGRY DEMON QUEEN
The next evening, Arella was in her study. Although she had been making plans for her coronation, she was in a terribly pissy mood. She had even snapped at Lysia when the poor demon had accidentally knocked over a pile of parchments that she had meticulously organized. The sound of the falling papers had grated her already frayed nerves, and her sharp rebuke had left the maid wide-eyed and trembling.
Echo, noticing her awful mood, had made great efforts to stay away from her.
Her husband was ignoring her.
That damed demon king was ignoring her.
Arella felt her eyebrow twitch.
He had come into bed late the night before, his steps soft, as if he feared to wake her. Arella had not been asleep, of course, because she had been waiting for him so that they could talk about the meeting she had had with the High Lords.
She had lain there, eyes open in the dark, her thoughts churning as she listened to him settle on his side of the bed without a word. He had even had the nerve of sleeping with her back to her.
The nerve.
She had stewed for most of the night, glaring at his sleeping back, as if her glaring would make him turn and look at her and actually talk to her.
It did not.
Once Arella had been informed that morning that the King had not asked to have breakfast with her, just like he had refused to have dinner with her, Arella was ready to slam into his office and demand an explanation.