As the last echoes of Kaelith's laughter faded down the corridor Thalor whisking her off toward the gardens for a day of grandparental spoiling Malvoria found herself nearly trembling with anticipation.
A whole day. No obligations. No papers to sign, no feasts to endure, no sticky hands tugging at her cloak or horns. Just Elysia, her laughter, the promise of something new.
She grinned and squeezed Elysia's hand. "Ready?"
Elysia arched a brow. "You're more excited than Kaelith on cake day. What are you up to, Mal?"
Malvoria pressed a quick, secretive kiss to her cheek. "You'll see. But we need to pack. And bring a swimsuit."
Elysia's eyes lit up. "A swimsuit? Should I be worried?"
Malvoria tried for nonchalance, failing spectacularly. "It's not required, but… there might be swimming involved."
"Swimming?" Elysia repeated, her voice teasing. "Or is the Demon Queen just plotting to get me half-naked in public again?"
