The tension that had coiled tightly around Elysia's chest since Malvoria left began to ease as the maids exchanged knowing smiles before taking their seats.
The room, which had felt too stifling only minutes ago, now seemed a little lighter, a little warmer.
It wasn't the first time Elysia had eaten with them. Ever since she had started interacting more with the castle staff, she had noticed how their demeanor toward her had gradually shifted from stiff formality to something softer, something that resembled quiet affection.
She had learned their names, their stories, their small grievances about the castle's ever-chilly halls, and in return, they had started treating her less like a distant queen and more like… one of them.
Not just Malvoria's wife. Not just the human princess-turned-demon queen.
But Elysia.
One of the younger maids, Lilia, placed a small pastry on Elysia's plate before grinning. "We can't have you eating just bread, Your Majesty."
