Dragon Tattoo

Oriana entered Seren's chamber only to find her quietly seated in bed, her eyes closed. It was evident to Oriana that Seren was still feeling the effects of the alcohol she had consumed the night before, her body struggling to recover.

"Greetings, Your Majesty," Oriana bowed, a twinge of guilt tugging at her for Seren's current state.

Seren opened her eyes and regarded Oriana. "Don't mind me for being a bit out of sorts."

"It's alright, Your Majesty," Oriana reassured her.

"Please, take a seat," Seren offered, gesturing towards the chair by the bedside.

Eva promptly arranged the chair for Oriana, who approached the bed before sitting down. She reached into her pocket and retrieved a small pouch, offering it to Seren. "Your Majesty, please accept this. It may help alleviate your discomfort."

Seren eyed the pouch curiously. "What is it?"