"There's something I've been curious about and you're the only one who can help me with it, Amanda."
Nyxariel remained seated gracefully upon the luxurious couch inside her royal chamber. The witch, carrying a long wooden staff in her right hand, slowly approached the Demon Queen.
When she reached her, she placed a hand over her chest and bowed respectfully.
After straightening herself, she smiled. "Your Majesty, May I sit?"
Nyxariel let out an exasperated sigh.
"Enough with the act, Amanda."
She shook her head helplessly. "Are you making fun of me? We've known each other for decades. You've never spoken to me this politely."
Amanda covered her mouth before laughing softly.
"Hahaha...Well... the last time we met, you weren't the Queen of the Demon Kingdom... or whatever."
As Nyxariel waved her hand casually, mana rippled through the room.
The soft cushioned chair resting in the corner trembled before silently sliding across the polished floor on its own.
