Kiliaga's throne room looked more like a giant, luxurious bedroom. There were piles of fur pillows everywhere, and piles of bones and magical fruit cores piled up in the corners. In the center, on a throne woven from living, elastic mushrooms, the queen herself reclined. Her black, colossal body with a huge pregnant belly and chubby paws seemed to be the epitome of lazy might.

Without further ado, she reached into the hall, carefully picked up one of her dragon servants by the scruff of the neck and, ignoring his embarrassed mutterings, dragged him to his chambers. The room was filled with warm, moist air and the sweet smell of fermentation.

"Sit down. Eat," she muttered, throwing a whole branch of ripe, sparkling berries at him. — "I can just go crazy with this routine!"

She plopped down heavily on a pile of pillows, her stomach heaving like jelly. "I'm lying here like a pig at a trough. Day after day. I eat, give birth to new subjects, and watch them run... And that's it!" She slapped her side with her paw in exasperation. — "Where are the intrigues? Where are the conspiracies? Where... Adventures? I've read in books, it happens with queens! What about me? Thousands of eggs and an ever-aching stomach!"

She looked longingly at the stub in her paw and threw it away in annoyance. — I'm tired of it! I want something like that... Should we disturb the neighboring kingdom? Or... or what kind of hero can I find to try to defeat me? Eh? Do you think it would be fun?