After all, if he had not defended them, who would have? Ingolsol? Or Claudia?
That line of thought popped into his head as well, unbidden. Though he had no notion of who 'they' were. Nor what he was trying to protect them from. Ingolsol and Claudia, they too were names that he did not recognize, but the moment the names popped into his head, the room changed once more.
There was a sudden distance between him and the throne, a cascading set of steps. He was at the bottom of them, like a knight about to kneel before his king. The throne itself was no longer empty. At least, its armrests weren't, as two children, a boy and the girl, fought over it.
"Give it to me!" The boy said. His voice was unusually stern for a child.
"I will not!" The girl said back in return, prying the boy's hands off her arm, and quickly trying to shift her rear into the chair.
