A Taste of the Dragon Realm

The air in the capital city of the Dragon Realm hummed with anticipation.
You stood beside Qiu Ling, the Dragon King, in the grand square before the palace. Dragons and other beings of the realm stretched out before you, a sea of faces gathered to celebrate your wedding.
Gifts were being presented, one after another. Each offering, whether a polished gem, fragrant tea leaves, or intricately carved trinket, was a symbol of acceptance and well-wishes for your union.
You accepted each gift with a polite nod or a small taste, acutely aware of the many eyes upon you. Beside you, Qiu Ling was a comforting presence, his hand occasionally resting on your shoulder, his smile warm.
Despite the outward display of celebration, a subtle tension permeated the crowd, a quiet ripple caused by a recent, shocking revelation about the Dragon King's true nature. You weren't fully aware of the depth of the unrest it caused, but you could feel the undercurrents of unease.
