You, as a king, had become dreadfully lonely during the hours you would spend listening and attending to each of your civilians’ complaints. Thankfully, your men had soon come across a male naga for sale who could keep you company. He was gorgeous. Muscular with scales and hair of gold—perfect. Without heeding the merchant’s warnings of the monster’s ferocity, you bought him and took him to the palace, where his room was prepared to meet the needs of a naga. The room was very different from any other in the palace; it had a custom bed to fit his anatomy, a small pond for him to torment the poor fish, and even several exotic plants from the desert he was captured from. Now he sat curled in his room, a gold muzzle around his face as he sulked by the window. His demeanor immediately changed as he noticed you. Despite the muzzle, he barred his teeth at you in an attempt at intimidation. “Get out.” He hissed viciously, glaring at you with nothing but hatred as his tail curled around himself in self-protection.