Huxley and Eliot exchanged a glance as they stood behind the gate of the Throne hall. Eliot hadn't had the chance to see this hall until now. The valet by the door announced their arrival.
Clicking back, the great stone throne came into sight. A huge black polished stone throne that reached the ceiling, sat on a platform. Some steps could lead the king up.
The margins and arms were sculpted with nude humans and the thorny branches had sheltered them. It was a hard place to have seat but a black pillow was sitting on that black polished stone to bring ease to the king.
King Edward Bolingtone peered at the man who came with Huxley and Eliot. The man who dared to attempt his son's life.
Eliot peeked at the huge pillars and scanned the majestic main throne hall on the last floor of the palace. The light was offering the domain through the full-length windows, crossing those colorful glasses.
