One month later…
The current matters on the mainland were just the tip of the iceberg, and everyone knew that. The throne and the reinstatement of the Grimsbanne clan were just small matters. It almost meant nothing, although it gave them a lot of advantages to avoid their enemies from spewing their ridiculous hypocrisy hidden under the twisted laws of the land.
"The roots of all these were planted deeper than I could imagine," Aries whispered, standing before the empty throne that was now hers. She held the tip of her finger with the other, keeping her poise despite being all alone.
The great hall was empty with only the golden light of the sunset filtering through the glass windows. Her throne was perfectly placed to where the light would land, highlighting the polished seat wrapped with gold and rare jewels.
She could imagine what she would look like sitting on it from the eyes of the people who were honored to stand in the great hall.
