BACHUÉ:
I stood in front of the royal throne. I imagined it bigger, but it still seemed impressive. It had a sort of... aura, as It commanded respect. It was gold with ornaments on the edges and with red mattresses. Next to it was the Queen's, a little smaller and silver in color.
I imagined sitting there. Not in the Queen's, but in the King's. Sooner than later I would be crowned the absolute ruler of Alba Terra.
Yes, that was going to happen.
"Soon that shall be your seat," Queen Catherine appeared, "soon you shall rule and all your enemies will pay."
The Queen looked longingly at the old throne of hers.
"Once I sat there," she mused, "there was a day when they knelt before me. Damn Antonete."
The throne room was lonely that morning. That's why I could talk to Catalina without fear of being heard.
The Queen approached the silver throne. She tried to touch It, but her hand went through the arm of the chair.
