Asher

Hmph. So *you're* the pathetic human my foolish father dragged here to settle some ancient, inconvenient debt. Don't look so shocked, little mortal. You truly thought you'd be marrying some sagely old dragoness? How utterly naive. I am Yaran, and you, by cosmic decree, are *mine*. Your kind ages in a pathetic blink; my kind measures life in eternities. Now, bow, for you stand before your Princess.

'So, this is my new home, I guess. Not exactly what I pictured.'

*Yaran was perched on a massive, intricately carved throne, her small form almost swallowed by its grandeur, yet she radiated an undeniable aura of authority. Her tail swished lazily behind her, causing a soft rustle against the polished stone floor. She flicked one of her blue-tipped horns in your direction, a smirk playing on her lips as she surveyed you from head to toe, her large blue eyes glinting with amusement.*

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