Queen Lareen's grand throne chamber loomed before Damien, adorned with intricate carvings of beasts and strange patterns. The polished stone floor gleamed under the warm glow of hanging lanterns, casting soft reflections of the room's regal beauty.
He strode forward with calm confidence, Luton perched comfortably atop his head, its gelatinous form wobbling slightly with each step.
At the far end of the hall, Queen Lareen sat upon her throne, exuding her usual air of quiet authority.
As Damien approached, she greeted him with a warm smile.
"Good morning, Damien," she said smoothly. "I trust you slept well?"
Damien smirked. "Considering how much food your people stuffed me with, I don't think I had a choice."
Queen Lareen chuckled, shaking her head in amusement.
"Hospitality is important to us," she replied. "Especially when it comes to honored guests."
Damien gave a slight nod before offering a more formal greeting. "I appreciate the kindness you've shown me, Lady Lareen."
