You don't deserve to be our queen

I finished my tea, the warmth of it settling into my bones, and set the cup back on the tray. Anara watched me with her ever-present attentive gaze, her smile gentle yet curious.

"Feeling better, my Queen?" she asked.

"Yes, thank you, Anara," I replied, though my mind was still a whirl of thoughts about Seraphina and our tense conversation. "The tea was lovely."

Anara set her cup down and looked at me with a hint of determination in her eyes.

"Queen Elara, it's time we head to the library," she said with a gentle but firm tone.

I raised an eyebrow, slightly puzzled. "The library? Why?"

"You need to familiarize yourself with demon culture," she explained. "It's important for you to understand the history and customs of your new home."

I sighed inwardly, feeling a bit of frustration bubbling up. It seemed like every moment of my new life was filled with duties and responsibilities. "Alright," I agreed, standing up. "Lead the way."