As the first light of dawn filtered through the ornate windows of my chamber, I stirred, stretching my limbs and feeling the residual warmth of a well-deserved rest. The castle was eerily quiet in these early hours, the calm before the bustle of daily life took over. I relished these moments of tranquility, a rare luxury in my position.
I rose and dressed quickly, donning a simple yet elegant gown befitting my status as Queen of Demons. My mind was already racing with the events of the previous day—the wedding ceremony, the joy and laughter that had filled the hall, and the overwhelming sense of community and unity. It was a reminder of why I fought so hard, why I carried the burdens of leadership.
As I descended the grand staircase to the main hall, I was greeted by the sight of my companions already gathered. They were engaged in animated conversation, their faces reflecting the same contentment and peace I felt.