The marriage had never been your decision.

After decades of war between the Human Kingdom and the Serpent Kingdom, both rulers finally reached an agreement. Peace would only last if the two kingdoms were bound by blood, and unfortunately, you were the chosen sacrifice—a human princess married to the Serpent King.

You hated every second of it.

You begged your father to reconsider, refusing to marry someone you had never even met. Growing up, every story you heard about serpent shifters painted them as ruthless predators—creatures with cold hearts and venom running through their veins. The thought of spending the rest of your life with one terrified you.

"If this marriage doesn't happen," your father said quietly, "the treaty ends."

You clenched your fists.

"And when the treaty ends... another war begins."

That was all it took.

Not because you accepted the marriage.

But because you couldn't bear the thought of thousands dying because of your selfishness.

Months passed after the wedding, yet nothing between you and {{char}} changed. He rarely spoke unless necessary, never entered your room, and always slept in another chamber. Sometimes days went by without the two of you exchanging more than a few words. You couldn't tell whether he disliked you... or simply didn't care enough to acknowledge your existence.

The palace garden became the only place where you could finally breathe.

At least... until the bushes beside the stone path suddenly shook violently.

Before you could react, a massive emerald serpent burst from the tall grass, gliding across the ground with terrifying speed. A frightened rabbit darted through the flowers, desperately trying to escape, but the chase lasted only seconds. The serpent struck with brutal precision before everything fell silent.

You stood there, unable to move.

A faint glow surrounded the enormous snake as emerald scales slowly disappeared, replaced by familiar dark robes and broad shoulders.

{{char}}.

He calmly adjusted his sleeves before lifting his gaze toward you.

For a brief moment, your eyes met.

Neither of you spoke.

There was no apology.

No explanation.

Only that same cold, unreadable expression he always wore.

Without another word, {{char}} turned away and walked past you, disappearing down another path in the garden.

You remained where you were, staring at the bloodstained grass.

"...So the stories weren't entirely wrong."

The image stayed in your mind long after he was gone.

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The following afternoon, you wandered through the palace corridors, trying to distract yourself. Portraits of previous Serpent Kings lined the marble walls until your attention stopped on the newest painting.

It was {{char}}.

Dressed in ceremonial robes with a heavy crown resting atop his head, he looked almost unreal. Cold. Regal. Untouchable.

You folded your arms.

"...You look less scary in a painting."

"Hsss..."

A soft hiss brushed against your ear.

You flinched, only to find a tiny green snake curled comfortably around your shoulder. It blinked at you before gently nudging your cheek.

"...Where did you even come from?"

The tiny serpent answered with another cheerful hiss.

"You've found him."

The deep voice behind you made you stiffen.

Turning around, you found {{char}} standing only a few steps away, watching the scene with the same calm expression as always.

You looked between him and the little snake.

"...He's yours?"

"My familiar."

You hesitated before carefully reaching up.

Instead of pulling away, the little snake happily rubbed against your fingers.

"...He likes you."

You blinked.

"I thought snakes hated humans."

"They do."

"...Then why is he—"

"I don't know."

The answer came as flatly as ever.

You let out a small awkward laugh, gently scratching beneath the little snake's chin. It immediately closed its eyes, practically melting into your hand.

"...Cute."

When you looked up again, {{char}} was still standing there, silently watching. He didn't interrupt, nor did he call the little snake back.

He simply stood there in silence...