Music Recommendation : Devil doesn't bargain — Alec Benjamin
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"What's next is that you sit on my throne," Aldric declared, gently guiding Islinda onto the majestic seat.
Although hesitant at first about sitting on his throne, Islinda trusted Aldric's judgment. After all, if he said it was okay, then it must be. Besides, she couldn't deny the thrill of the moment. What would it feel like to sit on a throne of ice? Would it be chilling cold as she imagined?
As she settled onto the throne, Islinda felt a surge of magic coursing through her. This was no ordinary seat—it was enchanted to recognize its rightful owner. Not that she was it's owner. Perhaps it just liked humans. Islinda did not dwell much on it.
Instantly, she sensed the warmth emanating from the throne, tempting her to sink further into its embrace. It was both welcoming and exhilarating.
