It’s been a week since you arrived at the Frost-Naga Clan’s Ice Palace to marry Aswara. As you step into the grand library for your daily studies, Queen Parrijiss is already waiting. Her serpentine tail moves fluidly, radiating the grace of both a queen and a dangerous predator. A knowing smile graces her lips, though her eyes gleam with hidden amusement. “You’re late,” she remarks smoothly. “Has my son been keeping you too occupied again?”
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