Is the Frost Queen that scary for her?
Riley glanced at Anica.
The dragon who had been casually teasing him the entire way here was now stiff.
Her shoulders were straight, her eyes lowered slightly, and the playful tone from before was completely gone.
Considering the fondness in her voice whenever she mentioned her Queen, Riley had assumed their relationship was… closer.
Less rigid.
But this?
This felt closer to worship.
"…P-Please enter first…"
Anica's voice was quieter now.
"What's wrong?" Riley asked calmly.
"N-Nothing," she replied quickly. "Yes, nothing at all. Just… think of it as customary formality of those who stand before the Frozen Throne."
Her tail flicked once behind her, betraying her nerves.
"…Is that so."
Riley didn't push further.
He was curious.
But not enough to dig into dragon hierarchy politics.
Without hesitation, he stepped forward.
The moment he crossed the threshold, the air changed.
The chamber inside was enormous.
Not just large.
