It matters because you are to be my wife

I lay in bed, staring at the ornate canopy above me, my mind still racing with the events of the day and the uncertainties of the future. Despite my exhaustion, sleep eluded me. Just as I was beginning to drift off, a soft, insistent knock at the door jolted me awake. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, and called out, "Come in."

The door creaked open, and to my surprise, Seraphina stood there, a silver tray in her hands. She wore a crisp white shirt, unbuttoned just enough to hint at her collarbone, tucked into black pants that accentuated her tall, lithe figure.

Her hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, emphasizing her sharp, regal features. In the dim light of my room, she looked almost ethereal.

"Seraphina," I said, my voice betraying my surprise. "What are you doing here?"

She stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a soft click. "You didn't eat," she said, her tone as cold and precise as ever. "I brought you food."

I glanced at the tray she carried. It was laden with a variety of dishes: sliced fruits, a bowl of creamy soup, a plate of roasted meat and vegetables, and a small loaf of bread. Despite the enticing aroma, my stomach twisted with anxiety, and I shook my head.

"I'm not hungry," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

Seraphina's eyes narrowed slightly, and she set the tray down on the small table beside my bed. "You need to eat," she said, a note of command in her voice. "You can't afford to neglect your health, especially now."

"I appreciate your concern, but I'm really not hungry," I insisted, feeling a pang of defiance.

Her expression hardened, and she took a step closer, her presence filling the room with an almost palpable intensity. "This isn't a request, Elara. You will eat."

I bristled at her authoritative tone. "Why does it matter to you whether I eat or not?" I snapped, surprising even myself with my boldness.

Seraphina's eyes flashed with something—anger, perhaps, or frustration—but she kept her composure. "It matters because you are to be my wife," she said, her voice low and controlled. "I need you to be strong and healthy. Your well-being is important."

I met her gaze, feeling a strange mix of emotions. Her words were caring, but her tone and demeanor were anything but. "If you really cared about my well-being, you wouldn't be so cold," I said quietly.

For a moment, Seraphina's mask slipped, and I saw a flicker of something vulnerable in her eyes. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by her usual steely resolve. "Eat," she repeated, her tone brooking no argument.

Realizing that I wasn't going to win this battle, I sighed and reached for the tray. The soup was warm and fragrant, and despite my earlier protestations, I found myself taking a tentative sip. The rich, creamy broth was comforting, and I felt a bit of my tension ease.

Seraphina watched me, her expression unreadable. "Good," she said softly. "You need your strength."

We lapsed into an uncomfortable silence as I continued to eat. The food was delicious, and I couldn't deny that I felt better with each bite. Still, the tension between us hung heavy in the air.

"Why are you really here, Seraphina?" I asked after a while, setting down my spoon. "It can't just be about making sure I eat."

She hesitated, her eyes flicking away for a moment before meeting mine again. "I wanted to make sure you were alright," she admitted, her voice softer than before. "You've had a difficult day."

Her unexpected admission caught me off guard, and I felt a pang of sympathy for her. Perhaps beneath her cold exterior, she did care in her own way. "Thank you," I said quietly. "It's been... overwhelming, to say the least."

Seraphina nodded, a slight frown creasing her brow. "I know this is all new and frightening for you," she said. "But you are strong, Elara. You will adapt."

I wanted to believe her, but the uncertainty of my future still loomed large. "I hope you're right," I murmured.

We fell silent again, the only sound the crackling of the fire in the hearth. After a few moments, Seraphina spoke once more, her tone firmer. "The wedding ceremony is in two days," she reminded me. "Please don't do anything like what happened today."

It's the sedond time she is saying that, is she affraid I will run away. But I nodded, understanding the gravity of her words. "I won't," I promised.

She studied me for a moment, as if weighing my sincerity, then gave a curt nod. "Good."

With that, she turned and walked to the door, her movements graceful and precise. Just before she left, she glanced back at me, her expression unreadable. "Get some rest," she said, her voice softening ever so slightly. "You'll need it."

And then she was gone, the door closing behind her with a soft click. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding, my mind spinning from the unexpected encounter.

The demon queen, with her cold demeanor and commanding presence, had shown a glimpse of vulnerability. It was a small thing, but it gave me a sliver of hope.

I finished the meal, the warmth of the food settling in my stomach, and lay back down on the bed. The events of the day replayed in my mind, and I tried to make sense of my complex feelings towards Seraphina. She was an enigma, a puzzle I couldn't quite solve. But one thing was clear: despite her cold exterior, there was more to her than met the eye.

As I drifted off to sleep, I resolved to try and understand her better. Perhaps in doing so, I could find my place in this strange new world. The road ahead was uncertain, but I would face it with as much courage and strength as I could muster.