THE WIT OF A DEMON QUEEN (1)

The women exchanged glances, their expressions ranging from approval to amusement. Lady Seraphine leaned back in her chair, her fingers lightly trailing over the edge of her cup, "You speak like a true queen, your majesty. I believe with time, we can truly get along." 

Sounds of assent flew across the table, "I agree. Some of us are grateful for the demon king," Lady Darvia said. "Under the rule of the previous king, a lot of demons died, and there was always war brewing under the surface of it all. I may have been young, but I remember my mother crying every time my father had to go into war."

The demon by Lady Darvia's side patted her shoulder to comfort her.