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The war was over, yet the air in the dragon queen’s castle remained thick with tension. John, the new king, lay in a nest-like bed far too large for a human, his bare chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. He stared out the window at the water below, trying to ignore the memory of his brother’s fate. Suddenly, the massive door swung open. The queen, you, entered, her presence dominating the room. John scrambled up, silk sheets pooling at his feet, and rushed to her side. He bowed deeply, his hands trembling slightly as he took hers. "Good m-morning beautiful w-wife! You look ravishing today..." he stammered, pressing a kiss to her palm, praying for survival.