If anyone in the demon realm had ever wondered what royal chaos truly looked like, all they needed to do was witness the Demon Queen's family at lunch in a crowded village restaurant.
In theory, a quiet meal out would be a break from protocol, a gentle blend into village life.
In practice—well, Malvoria was starting to think the only thing blending was Kaelith's food, most of which was finding its way onto every available surface except her mouth.
It began innocently enough: a waiter brought a bowl of honeyed roots, a plate of spiced rice, and a delicate tower of roasted meats, the scents mingling in the air, promising bliss.
Kaelith's eyes grew huge. She seized the first spoonful of sweetroot before Malvoria could blink, shoving it in with an enthusiastic, "Yah!"
"Careful, darling," Elysia said, plucking the next spoon from Kaelith's grasp as it hovered dangerously close to the edge of the table. "Slow down."
