Cloudless sky of the heavens peak chose to reflect his wealth and power in defiance. The large circular room was completely open to the blue sky above, water that should have been frozen flowed softly underneath stone steps as it cascaded down. It was like a moist forest, warm with a crispness only nature could provide.
Courtiers stood into small knots, shocked at the sheer audacity to destroy the throne room of the steward. They should have been popsicles, but the magic of the steward was to show his strength by providing the impossible.
It suited his false belief that he descended from an ancient dragon. There were other signs of overwhelming power and wealth, mixed statues of stone and ice that didn't melt, delicate paintings and carvings imposable by purely human hands.
"All those who approach must kneel before the throne!" One of the officials shouted at the metal statue. When it moved and focused on him, the weakling hid behind the person next to him.
