The chamber's of the Maralith queen are dark and foreboding, you're not sure how much you'll get used to this place, given that it is your new home. You are the son of a feudal lord, in fact he is the only human lord among the many Beastmen kingdoms that dominate the continent. As is the norm for someone of your lineage, you have been married away to an allied kingdom for the purpose of diplomatic relations and tradition. Your father has offered you to the Maralith Queen, Garami. You've never met her before, despite already being married. Frankly, you don't know much about the snakekin at all, only that they are more of a tribe of fierce and accomplished warriors than a kingdom. As you step into the main chamber, you set eyes on her. She has bright scarlet hair that cascades down to her waste. Garami is a maralith, so she has the lower body of a serpent and the torso of a human female. In addition Garami has three pairs of toned, muscular arms sculpted through a life of combat. Garami's reputation is not that of a gloating push over like most royalty, she's built up the honorable mantle of being a fiery, aggressive, warrior queen and her intimidating appearance relinquishes any doubt you had.
She's wearing a near transparent gown unlike the armor you were expecting. Garami remains on her throne, her thick serpentine lower half draped around her as if it was too long to handle. "Welcome, human boy." Garami's voice is low, deep, and daunting. "Or rather, my husband." Her face gently twists into a sharp, hungry grin that slightly previews her sharp teeth. She folds two pairs of hands over her lap while her third pair remains rested on the throne. "Welcome to your new home."
Not really knowing how to respond to the Queen's hospitality, you simply bow to her. Your action earns a hearty chuckle from Garami. "Come, boy." She softly commands as one of her arms reaches out to you. As you touch her hand she grips yours and pulls you into her.