Chapter 62: THE NO LONGER ANGRY DEMON QUEEN (1)
Arella was looking through the designs, this time the one avoiding his eyes. "Can you not keep a secret?" She asked, "did you have to go all the way to avoid me?"
"Well, I knew I would have spilled the secret if I was around you. That would have spoiled the surprise." He sighed, "Although I guess that the surprise is spoiled now irregardless."
"Okay, fair point." She finally flipped to the last design. "They are all beautiful."
King Varziel’s ears perked slightly at her words despite himself. "You think so?" His voice was soft, almost cautious.
Arella glanced up at him, her lips twitching into a small, reluctant smile. "Yes, you dolt. They are very beautiful. The fact that you even tried to design something so meaningful for me--" her words trailed off, and she swallowed hard as an unexpected wave of emotion washed over her. "It is thoughtful. I cannot believe you would go through so much effort."
King Varziel rubbed the back of his neck, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "You deserve a crown that reflects who you are. I did not marry you to make you into a demon."
Arella laughed, "I guess you still aren’t going to tell me why you asked for me specifically to be your wife, are you?"
He gave her a smile. "I already told you, my queen, you are going to have to work harder than that to get me to reveal my secrets. My lips are sealed." He made a zipping motion over his lips and threw away an imaginary key.
"Sad." She made her best cute face, fluttering her eyes at him in the process. "Can I not even get one measly clue?"