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.