After the delightful breakfast, Alastair had gone to the courtroom to speak to his ministers. They were waiting for him as usual when he entered the room and just like every day, he gave them a curt nod before he went to his throne. As soon as he sat on it, the two torches that were right behind him blazed with intensity for a few seconds before they went back to normal. Although the ministers and the guards in the room were used to seeing the magnificent sight every day, they could still not help but gasp in awe.
They had long known that not anybody could sit on the throne. Only a capable and strong man who was worthy of it could take over the position of a king. Normal people like them could not even approach the throne without their skin getting charred with each step they took closer towards it, sitting on it was far from it.
