I won't fall for the queen who burned my world-Chapter 258: At least she is exited

Morning arrived not with light but with warmth.

Malvoria stirred slowly, her face pressed against the silk-soft fabric of Elysia’s robe, arms wrapped tightly around her wife’s waist.

The sheets were a mix of deep navy and moonlight grey, and the air held a faint chill, but none of it reached her. Not here. Not with this.

Elysia’s fingers were already tangled in her hair, moving lazily through it, half-asleep. The rhythm was soothing hypnotic. Malvoria could’ve stayed like this forever.

She didn’t want to wake up.

Not from this.

Not from the way her legs tangled with Elysia’s beneath the covers. Not from the soft rise and fall of their breath syncing slowly.

Not from the way she could smell the faint trace of the bath oils on Elysia’s skin, lavender and something sweetly floral. Everything about this was grounding, quiet, safe.

Malvoria pressed herself closer.

Elysia hummed sleepily. "Clingy this morning."

"Very," Malvoria muttered into her chest.

"Should I be flattered or concerned?"

"Both."

Elysia chuckled softly and kissed the top of Malvoria’s head.

They lay there, entangled in the fragile peace of dawn—until the inevitable happened.

Kaelith let out a high-pitched wail that could have shattered crystal.

Malvoria groaned, burying her face into Elysia’s shoulder. "Why is she like this?"

"She’s hungry."

"She feeds like a volcanic eruption. Must she announce it?"

Elysia was already sitting up, her robe slipping open slightly as she reached toward the cradle. "Come here, little tyrant," she whispered, scooping Kaelith up with practiced ease.

Kaelith responded with a happy squeal and a bit of a fire spark from her nose.

Malvoria sighed and rolled out of bed, stretching. "She gets that from you."

"She gets her lungs from you."

"And her timing from hell."

Despite the groaning, Malvoria watched as Elysia settled into the chair and guided Kaelith to nurse.

The baby latched without fuss, her tiny hands patting against Elysia’s skin, her eyes closing slowly in contentment.

The sight hit Malvoria square in the chest.

It was the simplest thing.

And the most powerful.

Her world, right there.

Feeding. Breathing. Safe.

For now.

An hour later, bath time commenced and with it, chaos.

Malvoria knelt beside the enchanted marble tub, sleeves rolled up, hair tied loosely back, and expression steeled as if preparing for combat. "Keep the shampoo out of her horns this time."

"I didn’t try to get it on her horns last time," Elysia said defensively. "She moved."

"She headbutted you."

"She was exploring the boundaries of her skull."

Kaelith, blissfully unaware of the debate, splashed loudly in the warm water, tiny feet kicking with vengeance. A few violet bubbles floated up and popped in the air with harmless heat bursts.

Saelira, for reasons Malvoria would never ask aloud, had baby bath supplies. Including a duck that glowed with faint magical sparks and a towel embroidered with the sigil of the night phoenix.

"You know, this is starting to feel a little convenient," Malvoria muttered.

Elysia raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"My grandmother insists she never planned for descendants, yet here we are—with phoenix-themed baby towels."

"She’s a very prepared woman."

"She’s a terrifying woman."

"She’s your family."

"Unfortunate truth."

Once Kaelith was dry (and no less furious about being removed from the bath), they carried her into the dressing chamber just off the guest room.

The wardrobes there had been restocked with local formalwear—long tunics, layered silks, deep-cut coats with embroidered lining. And yes, to Malvoria’s stunned disbelief, an entire drawer of baby clothes.

Kaelith’s outfit of the day became a fitted dark violet onesie covered in starlight embroidery, complete with tiny matching booties and a little cape that snapped on at the shoulders.

"She looks like she’s about to conquer a kingdom," Malvoria said, adjusting the collar.

"She is. She already conquered you."

Malvoria huffed. "That’s emotional warfare. Unfair tactics."

Elysia smirked, already tying her waist sash in place. "Wear the midnight tunic with the high collar."

"Why?"

"Because you look dangerous in it. And you’ll need the intimidation factor when we go down to breakfast."

Malvoria grinned. "You are very clever."

"I know."

They dressed together, trading commentary on which cloak looked more "rulery" and which boots made Malvoria’s legs look most lethal. Kaelith remained on the dressing bench, surrounded by plush fireproof cushions, watching them with bright, amused eyes.

She flapped her cape at one point and sneezed a burst of sparks into the air, laughing at her own chaos.

Malvoria caught her hand. "You are far too pleased with yourself."

Kaelith responded by pulling on Malvoria’s hair.

By the time they reached the grand dining chamber, the scent of spice and toasted bread wafted through the air.

Saelira’s castle didn’t do hospitality by halves. A full table had been set with dark roast coffee, steaming honey bread, spiced fruits, roasted meat, and something that looked like fire-laced porridge (Malvoria hoped it was edible).

Lara was already there, looking like she hadn’t slept but had consumed at least two cups of coffee already.

Veylira arrived moments later, hair immaculately braided despite the tension hanging over her like a storm.

Kaelith let out a shriek of joy the moment she saw the table—and proceeded to start kicking in the air, arms flailing, her little cape fluttering like she was about to take off.

"Oh no," Malvoria whispered.

Kaelith launched a spoon.

It smacked into the wall.

"She’s excited," Elysia said brightly, setting her into the reinforced baby seat.

"She’s dangerous," Malvoria muttered, catching a second airborne spoon.

"She’s like a very tiny ballista," Lara added, sipping her drink. "With better aim than half my soldiers."

"She’s in a good mood," Elysia said, sitting beside Kaelith and tying a soft silver bib around her neck. "Which is a miracle."

Kaelith made a sound of pure triumph and slammed her little hands onto the tray.

A burst of harmless purple flame shaped like a smiling bear erupted.

Malvoria stared.

"Did she just—"

"She did," Elysia confirmed. "And I have no idea how."

"She’s making bear fire."

"She’s advanced."

"I’m afraid."

Breakfast continued in a whirlwind of food, Kaelith noises, and the occasional magical explosion from the baby’s hands whenever she was given a new thing to try.

Malvoria watched her, heart full and heavy.

Her daughter.

Alive. Laughing. Safe. But for how long?

The moment that thought darkened her mind, Veylira finally spoke.

She set down her tea cup with a faint clink and looked at them all.

Her voice was low, firm.

"Now," she said, "we need a good plan."