Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 721

Larissa accepted the box from Zendar, smiling as she opened it to reveal a small protective charm inside. “Thank you all,” she said warmly.

With Zendar and the others leading the way, the rest of the guests came forward one by one to present their gifts to Larissa.

Solon’s gift was a limited-edition fountain pen.

The Turner family’s previous welcome gifts had been extravagant—yachts, private jets, and rare treasures—but this time, their offerings were much more personal.

“I painted this for you myself,” Stanley said, unrolling a scroll. The woman in the painting bore a striking resemblance to Larissa, capturing her spirit perfectly. It depicted the moment she was playing the piano at the welcome dinner.

“It’s beautiful!” Larissa exclaimed. “Thank you, Uncle Stanley!”

From across the room, Avril’s voice rang out. “Wow! Uncle Stanley, you have to paint one for me too!”

The entire room erupted in laughter.

“Hahaha! Who’s your Uncle Stanley?” he said, waving a dismissive hand at her.

Avril stuck out her tongue playfully.

Levi nudged his brother aside and stepped forward. “Larissa, I made three custom nests for your three little snakes.”

At the mention of their names, the three small snakes poked their heads out from a hidden pocket in Larissa’s gown, their eyes fixed curiously on the nests Levi held.

“Look,” Larissa said, delighted. “Shadow, Snowy, and Sage love them.”

Next was Tavish. “I had a custom medical kit made for you, something easy to carry around.”

“And I had three needle cases commissioned,” Vaughn added. “Each one is embroidered with one of your snakes.”

Larissa accepted each gift with a gracious smile. “I love them all!”

Haskell took the gift and nodded. “Of course, Grandpa.”

Avril quickly moved behind Haskell’s wheelchair. “Let me push you!”

As Haskell and Avril made their way toward Larissa, Rigby hesitated for a moment, glanced at Zoltan, and then rose to follow them.

Standing before Larissa, Haskell presented the ornate box with a file folder resting on top. “Larissa, this is from my grandfather and me,” he said with a warm smile.

The moment Larissa took them, Avril leaned in. “Haskell, what did you and your grandpa get her?”

Though her question was for Haskell, her eyes were glued to Larissa.

Larissa laughed. “I’m curious, too.”

The Turner uncles, who had just given their own gifts, craned their necks to see. “Open them, Larissa, let us have a look! Haskell is your future husband. His first birthday gift to you can’t be too shabby.”