I won't fall for the queen who burned my world-Chapter 202: Are you not curious

Malvoria did not hate her sister.

But it was complicated.

Lara was five years older, the firstborn of their bloodline. If tradition had been followed, she should have been Queen.

It had been her right—her destiny. She had the training, the political lessons, the command over fire before her twelfth name-day. Everyone had assumed she would take the throne.

But Lara had looked at power... and shrugged.

"I don’t want to be Queen," she’d said on the night she was meant to be formally named heir. "Too many meetings. Too many nobles. Too many expectations. I want to hunt monsters, not babysit them."

And just like that, she walked away from the crown and vanished into the world with a smirk and a farewell letter.

Malvoria had stepped into the space she left behind.

She never asked why. She never begged Lara to return. She simply became what was needed—ruthless, sharp, invincible. Where Lara had turned her back, Malvoria built her legacy from the ashes.

And now here she stood, horns gleaming, uniform crisp, wearing her captain’s rank like it was more sacred than any crown.

Malvoria folded her arms.

"What are you doing here, Lara?"

Lara gave an easy shrug, one shoulder rising and falling with lazy grace. "Came to see my little sister. And her wife. Who, by the way, is far more beautiful than you deserve."

Malvoria sighed. "Charming."

Lara grinned. "Don’t worry, I’m not here to steal her. Too sweet for me. Besides, I heard she kicks hard."

Elysia, standing beside her, blinked. "I do?"

"Metaphorically," Lara winked.

Malvoria pinched the bridge of her nose. "You missed the wedding."

"I know." And—for once—Lara’s smile faltered. "I’m sorry. I was in the deep south tracking a nightmare beast. No roads. No comms. It took two weeks just to find a way back."

"You could’ve come after."

"I didn’t want to intrude."

Malvoria stared at her. "And now?"

"Now?" Lara took a slow step forward. "I heard about the attack. The palace nearly falling. The rebels. The child."

Her gaze slid to Elysia, and her expression softened.

"I came back to help. To protect you both. So you don’t have to keep looking over your shoulder while you’re carrying half the future inside you."

Elysia’s eyes widened slightly, hand drifting to her stomach.

"You came to... support us?" Malvoria asked carefully.

Lara gave a half-smile. "Of course I did, Vori. Just because I left the palace doesn’t mean I stopped loving you."

There was silence. A long one.

Then Malvoria murmured, "I don’t like it when you call me that."

"You used to scream when I didn’t."

"That was a long time ago."

Lara’s smile tilted. "No. That was always you. Fierce even when you cried."

Elysia gently slipped her hand into Malvoria’s, and something in Malvoria’s chest eased.

She exhaled slowly. "So you’re staying?"

"For a while," Lara said. "I’m not here to take over anything. Just to make sure no rebels try to crash another party. And..." Her gaze flicked between them. "To watch something grow."

"Don’t get sentimental."

"Too late."

Then Lara leaned back against the desk with practiced ease, her expression lighting with mischief again.

"Now," she said, "aren’t you at all curious how long Elysia’s been pregnant?"

Malvoria’s brow furrowed. "What do you mean, ’aren’t you curious’? You just arrived—how would you know how long she’s been pregnant?"

Lara didn’t answer.

Instead, the door behind her opened again, and a second woman stepped into Veylira’s office—tall, slender, and ethereal in the way that only elves could be.

Her silver hair shimmered like threads of moonlight, tied in a single braid down her back, and her skin glowed with a soft luminescence.

Her robes were deep forest green with golden embroidery that moved faintly as though woven with living magic.

She bowed gracefully before them. "Your Majesties."

Malvoria stiffened instantly, stepping slightly in front of Elysia. "Who is this?"

Lara grinned, casually draping an arm around the elf’s shoulders. "This is Faelira. She’s my best friend. She’s also an extremely talented healer with ancestral magic that dates back to the time of the Everroot Kings. She can read life essence like a book."

Faelira dipped her head again, calm and composed. "I mean no harm. I am here only to assist."

Malvoria narrowed her eyes, not moving from Elysia’s side. "What does that mean?"

Faelira folded her hands before her. "With your permission, I can perform a harmless magical examination to determine the progression of the pregnancy."

Elysia hesitated. "Will it hurt?"

"Not at all," Faelira said gently. "You may only feel warmth. A ripple of energy. It is like... listening to the heartbeat of the world through your own skin."

Elysia glanced up at Malvoria.

Malvoria looked at Faelira. Then at Elysia. Then back at Faelira.

"If anything goes wrong," she said darkly, "I will end you."

Faelira simply nodded. "Understood."

Lara sighed. "She always was a ray of sunshine."

Elysia laughed nervously. "It’s fine. I want to know."

Faelira stepped forward, her hands glowing with soft golden light, and Malvoria’s grip instinctively tightened around Elysia’s wrist.

The elf knelt gracefully in front of Elysia, placing both hands gently on her lower abdomen. Her eyes fluttered shut, and the runes along her sleeves shimmered, flickering through the air like drifting pollen.

A hush filled the room.

The light pooled between Faelira’s palms, sinking into Elysia’s belly and illuminating her with a soft, radiant glow. Malvoria didn’t breathe. She didn’t blink.

Elysia flinched slightly at the sensation—just a ripple, like warm water brushing skin—but then relaxed.

Faelira’s lips parted slightly, a slow smile forming.

She looked up.

"One month," she said. "Exactly."

The light faded.

Elysia gasped softly. "One month?"

Malvoria blinked. Then blinked again.

Lara grinned. "That’s what I thought."

Elysia pressed a hand to her stomach, eyes wide with wonder. "Already?"

Malvoria was still trying to comprehend it. One month.

One month of something small growing in the woman she loved.

Something they made.

Together.

"Well," Malvoria finally said, exhaling slowly. "At least we know when."

Elysia turned to her, curious. "You think so?"

"Oh yes," Malvoria said with a smirk. "The hiking trip. The love tree."

Elysia froze.

Malvoria raised an eyebrow. "What? It’s a beautiful location for conception."

"Don’t you dare," Elysia hissed.

But Malvoria was already grinning wider. "When the child asks how they were made, we’ll say, ’We procreated you under a sacred love tree during a romantic hike. It was passionate. Intense. Full of—’"

Smack.

Elysia slapped her arm hard.

Lara cackled from the corner. "Oh gods, I missed this."

"Stop talking!" Elysia hissed, her face bright red.

Malvoria winced dramatically. "Abuse. In front of witnesses."

"You deserve it!"

Faelira, entirely unfazed, murmured, "The child is strong. Very strong."

Malvoria immediately sobered. "What do you mean?"

Faelira stood slowly, eyes thoughtful. "There’s a rare alignment in their essence. Something ancient. Powerful. Not just demon or human. Something more. I cannot name it yet. But it is... whole."

Malvoria’s heart beat a little faster.

Lara’s smile softened. "Well. Looks like this baby’s already got the whole world watching."

Malvoria reached out, gently taking Elysia’s hand again. She felt the faintest shimmer of life beneath her skin.

Her voice dropped to a whisper. "One month."

Elysia nodded, overwhelmed.

And Malvoria, voice fierce and tender all at once, whispered, "We’re going to be amazing at this."