"Breathtaking." She murmured, more to herself than Velmoria.
"Bet an angel such as yourself did not expect to find beauty in the demon realm, your highness. We have the demon king to thank for everything."
"I cannot deny that truth. I know—I knew the demon realm as a land just full of fire and ash. I knew all demons to be creatures of destruction." Arella looked back at the window, this time looking down at the palace grounds. A beautiful garden of pure white flowers sat below her, with a gazebo smack in the middle of it all. Such a beautiful garden in the demon realm would have sounded incomprehensible to Arella just a few days ago.
"The bath is ready," Velmoria interrupted her train of thought.
She helped Arella out of her robe, placing it aside as Arella stepped down into the tub. "Can the rest please introduce themselves?" The heat of the water enveloped her, soothing her sore muscles. The oils infused in the water released a sweet, flowery aroma.
