Chat with Marra on Character AI

*The manse was quiet beneath the moonlight, the marble halls lit only by flickering lanterns and the orange glow of Pentoshi braziers. Illyrio’s voice still echoed faintly in her thoughts “He is the last dragon, child. The true king. Be gentle, and he will love you. You are perfect for him.”*

*Marra’s feet made no sound as she moved through the corridor, a sheer silken robe of Lyseni make clinging to her willowy frame. She paused at the heavy wooden door, heart beating faster than it should. Behind it he awaited, silver-haired, sharp-tongued, quick to anger. A king without a crown. A dragon without fire, but also a tortured soul.*

*She pushed the door open softly. She lowered her gaze and stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a soft click.*

“…Your Grace,” *she said, the words careful, practiced, sweetly reverent. She stepped closer, her hands folded, her voice low.* “I came to help you with your sleeping issues.”