The morning light streamed through Sera's windows, casting a warm, golden glow over her chamber. It illuminated the tangled sheets and rumpled pillows that bore witness to the passionate night she had shared with Sukuna. As she stirred, stretching her wings and arching her back, a sudden jolt of awareness surged through her.

Her gaze fell upon Sukuna's sleeping form beside her—his strong jawline relaxed in slumber, maroon eyes fluttering gently beneath closed lids as if he were savoring sweet dreams. A slow smile spread across Sera's face, memories of their intimate encounter flooding her mind like a tidal wave. She had truly given herself to him last night... the king of curses.

Trembling slightly, Sera brought a tentative talon to her forehead, the reality of what she had done crashing over her with overwhelming force. The surrender, the pleasure, the raw emotion laid bare between them—it was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

"What have I done?" she whispered to herself, a mix of wonder and apprehension swirling in her chest.

As the sun continued to rise, illuminating the remnants of their night together, Sera felt a blend of excitement and fear for what this new chapter might bring.

The soft knock at her chamber door sent a jolt of surprise through Sera. She glanced over at Sukuna, still lost in slumber, his scaled form curled comfortably beneath the rich, velvety duvet. Pulling it tighter around them both, she called out gruffly, "Uh-uh, not now! I'll be out in a moment," trying to mask the nervous tremor in her voice.

As if on cue, Gojo's smooth baritone resonated through the solid wooden barrier, a playful lilt in his tone. "Umm, okay, Your Highness," he replied, amusement evident. Sera couldn't help but roll her eyes, even as a flicker of warmth sparked in her chest.

Taking a deep breath, she swung her taloned legs over the side of the bed, careful not to disturb Sukuna's peaceful slumber. Her mind raced, searching for an excuse for their disheveled state, but it was futile—any dragon who laid eyes on them would instantly know what had transpired the night before.

With a resigned sigh, Sera stood up, her wings brushing against the walls of the chamber as she padded across the cool stone floor. The weight of the moment hung in the air, and she steeled herself for whatever awaited her on the other side of the door.

Gojo's serene features and clear, sky-blue eyes made Sera's heart skip a beat as he greeted her. His nostrils flared subtly, catching the lingering scent of their passionate encounter on her scales, but to his credit, not a hint of accusation crossed his face. "Hey there," he said instead, his tone warm and nonchalant.

Sera felt her cheeks flush a deep crimson, the vibrant hue contrasting with her shimmering scales, as she ducked her head in mortification. Her wings drooped in defeat. "Don't... don't say anything, alright?" she begged desperately, hating how vulnerable she sounded.

But Gojo merely tipped up her chin with a gentle claw, forcing her to meet his gaze. He looked at her with an understanding that bordered on disappointment rather than anger—which only made Sera feel more ashamed. "It's okay, Your Highness," he soothed softly. "I won't complain if you had fun with Sukuna. I just hoped..."

Gojo's gentle smile softened his features, casting a warm glow over the dimly lit chamber as he regarded Sera with understanding. "Ah, it doesn't matter," he said reassuringly, his voice a soothing balm against her rising anxiety. "Come on then. You have duties now that you know."

He unfurled his magnificent wings, shimmering like the morning sky, and gestured toward the throng of dragons gathered near the throne room entrance. Their scales glinted in the soft light, eager eyes filled with anticipation. "There are a lot of your subjects who want to speak to you," he added, his tone light yet firm.

Sera's shoulders slumped in resignation as she leaned her head against the doorframe, feeling Gojo's solid bulk pressed warmly against her back—a comforting presence amidst her swirling emotions. "I can't tell them... just get out of here if you don't want me around," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely above a breath.

She shook her head, the movement almost frantic, her tail flicking anxiously behind her like a nervous flame. "No, it's fine. I'll deal with them. I can't have you guys taking the fall for me anymore."

The weight of her responsibilities settled heavily on her, but deep down, Sera felt a flicker of determination igniting within her. She straightened, ready to face whatever awaited her beyond the door, bolstered by the knowledge that she wasn't alone.

Gojo's smile was a slow, reassuring curve, the kind that softened the hard edges of his draconic features and made the air around him feel warmer. His scales shimmered faintly in the dim light of the throne room, their deep, iridescent hues catching the glow as he regarded Sera. His golden eyes gleamed with understanding, their usual mischief now replaced by something more gentle. "It doesn't matter," he said, his voice deep but soft, a rumble that seemed to settle in the pit of her stomach. "You've got responsibilities now. And that's what matters."

With a single, fluid motion, he unfurled his wings, the powerful span of them catching the air with a faint rustle, casting a shadow over the crowd gathered at the threshold of the throne room. His wings, vast and gleaming like the darkened skies at dusk, moved with an almost ethereal grace, despite the weight of their strength. "Your subjects are waiting," he added, his voice taking on an edge of quiet command. "They need you."

Sera's wings drooped in response, the soft membranes of her dragon wings dragging with the exhaustion of it all. Her head tilted, pressing softly against the cool stone of the doorframe, her breath shallow as she let her dragon's form sag under the weight of her emotions. Gojo's presence was an unspoken reassurance, his massive frame a silent promise of protection as he stood behind her, his warm, muscular body a steady anchor against the tide of her unease. His heat seeped into her scales, comforting her as she closed her eyes in brief surrender.

"I can't..." she whispered, the words thick with the weight of her hesitation. Her voice was hoarse, each word like a shard of glass she forced past her throat. "I can't face them. Not now."

Her tail, thick and long, flicked behind her in an erratic motion, betraying the nervous energy she tried to contain. Her claws dug into the stone of the doorframe, the pressure grounding her, but also reminding her how far she had fallen. "Just go," she muttered, the words trembling in the air, almost lost in the silence. "If you don't want to be caught in this mess... just leave me."

She didn't dare turn to face him, her heart sinking as the weight of her royal duties loomed over her like a storm. Gojo's gaze, however, never left her, and he didn't move an inch, his immense presence still rooted behind her, a constant. He knew better than anyone how far she had been pushed, the weight of the crown too much to bear, the burden of leadership crushing her in ways she couldn't put into words.

Her breath hitched, and she exhaled, trying to center herself. There was no escaping it now. The reality of who she was, who she had to be, was suffocating. But there was no turning back. "No," she said finally, her voice steady despite the tremor that still ran beneath it. She took a step forward, her talons clicking softly against the stone as she squared her shoulders, a flicker of resolve sparking in her molten eyes. "I'll deal with them. I won't let any of you take the fall for me anymore."

She cast a brief glance at the crowd beyond the door, their waiting eyes a reflection of the weight she felt on her chest. Her wings were still heavy with doubt, her body strained under the pressure, but there was no turning away from it now. She had to face them. And Gojo, the dragon who had stood by her through it all, didn't move, but the quiet strength of his presence, the flicker of approval in his gaze, told her he was ready to stand with her through whatever came next.

Sukuna let out a deep, disdainful snort, rising from the bed with an easy grace that belied the sheer power in his massive frame. The air seemed to thicken with the tension that followed, his presence commanding, as his crimson eyes locked onto Gojo with a burning intensity. "Gojo," he growled, his voice a low rumble that echoed through the room. "What are you doing here, and why are you speaking to my queen?"

Gojo didn't flinch, his sky-blue eyes meeting Sukuna's with unshaken resolve, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips. He leaned slightly to the side, his posture casual, as if the confrontation didn't even phase him. "Oh, nothing much," Gojo replied coolly, his tone almost too casual for the tension in the air. "Just helping her get up for her morning duties."

He shot a glance over Sera's shoulder, his expression full of quiet amusement, before his gaze shifted back to Sukuna with a spark of mischief in his eyes. "What about you, Sukuna? Just here... having fun with her, hmm?" His voice dripped with playful teasing, yet there was an unmistakable sharpness behind it.

Sukuna's eyes narrowed, the air around him crackling with dangerous energy as the room seemed to pulse with the weight of their silent challenge. The two dragons stood locked in an unspoken contest, the fire between them undeniable.

Sera let out a heavy sigh, the weight of the situation pressing down on her as her wings flared wide, creating a barrier between the two kings who stood in her chamber. The sheer size of her wings seemed to block out the tension between them, but it did little to ease the heavy air that lingered. "Okay, you two—hush up and leave," she commanded, her voice tight and weary, the need for space radiating from her. She felt a headache coming on, a storm of emotions swirling inside her after the intensity of the morning's events. "I need to get ready for my duties."

Her words were firm, but there was a strain to them, as if she was trying to hold back something she couldn't name. The discomfort she felt was palpable, caught in the midst of this strange, intimate standoff between Gojo and Sukuna. The air between them crackled with something far deeper than mere tension—embarrassment, resentment, and an undeniable undercurrent of jealousy bubbled beneath the surface, raw and unspoken.

Sera's heart was racing, but she refused to show any more weakness. Despite the swirl of unease in her chest, she squared her shoulders, her gaze turning sharp as she fixed both of them with a determined look. "Now, if you'll excuse me..." Her words trailed off, though the finality in her tone made it clear there was no room for argument.

The silence that followed was thick, suffocating in its intensity. Gojo and Sukuna exchanged a brief look, neither willing to back down just yet, but neither willing to push her further either. The quiet was a tense truce, both dragons holding their ground but respecting the space she'd demanded.

Sera stood tall, her gaze unwavering as she waited for them to leave, needing that fleeting moment of peace before the storm of responsibility, and everything else, came crashing back down.

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Sera's transformation was nothing short of otherworldly as she prepared for her royal duties. The golden bands that adorned her horns gleamed with a radiance that seemed to capture the very essence of the sun, their intricate metalwork casting warm glows across her features. Each movement she made sent flickers of light dancing across her form, a quiet testament to the celestial power that flowed through her.

Her ruby earrings swayed gently, catching the light with every subtle turn of her head, adding a bold contrast to the deep blue of her scales. Yet, it was the shimmer that radiated from within her, the faint tinge of gold that glowed softly beneath her skin, that truly captivated the eye. It was as if a light was burning from the very core of her being—a light that only the most attuned could sense, but one that called to everyone around her, reminding them of her royal essence. Her scales, though blue as the deepest night, now shimmered with an ethereal glow, each movement sending waves of stardust-like energy dancing around her, as though she carried the very stars themselves within her.

Atop her head, the crown sat as if it had been crafted by the gods themselves, a masterpiece of filigree and precious gems that seemed to hum with power. It sparkled in perfect harmony with the golden aura surrounding her, a beacon of her divine lineage. This was no mere mortal queen; Sera was a celestial sovereign, a being descended from the heavens, and her presence declared it to all who beheld her.

With a regal poise that radiated authority, Sera ascended to her throne, the weight of her title settling around her like an invisible mantle. Her tail, long and powerful, coiled around her talons in an elegant yet commanding display, grounding her as she settled into the seat. The room fell silent in reverence, each subject keenly aware of the vast power that rested within the Queen of Stars.

Sera nodded once, and the first subject in line—a small, maroon-colored Mudwing named Lit'l Muddy—stepped forward. His posture was hunched, eyes wide with anxiety, and the pitiful whine of his voice cut through the tension like a blade. "Your Highness," he began, holding out his broken leg, a painful wince crossing his face. "There are curses attacking our farms on the outskirts again."

The weight of his words hung in the air like a heavy fog, and Sera's expression immediately turned grim. The news struck her with the force of a thunderclap, and she leaned forward slightly, her golden eyes narrowing with focus as she regarded the injured Mudwing. Her brow furrowed in concern, the soft shimmer of her scales dimming slightly as the gravity of the situation settled in.

As Queen of Stars, it was her duty to protect her people, to ensure their safety from the darkness that threatened their world. And now, the weight of that responsibility felt heavier than ever. Curses, the harbingers of corruption and destruction, were not to be taken lightly. Sera's heart tightened as she listened intently, the words spoken by Lit'l Muddy ringing in her ears. The farms on the outskirts were critical to her kingdom's survival—if they were under threat, so too was the very heart of her realm.

Her tail flicked restlessly behind her, coiling tighter around her talons in thought as she considered the implications of the attack. The peaceful balance of her land, so carefully nurtured, was beginning to fray. The duty of a queen had always been to uphold that peace, but now, it seemed that duty had taken on a darker hue. This was no longer just about leadership—it was about survival. And with that thought, Sera knew that the path ahead would require all her strength and resolve.

Her gaze hardened, and she fixed Lit'l Muddy with a steady, unwavering look. "I will send my best to investigate immediately," she said, her voice low but commanding. "We will not allow this threat to go unchecked." Her words were not just a promise—they were a declaration. The peace of her kingdom, and the safety of her people, would remain her foremost concern, no matter the cost.