My eyes searched the chamber. I hadn't the time earlier. Only the headspace to categorize the space into useful pieces of cover or weapons to be used in my offensive maneuvers. But now that I had the time I was able to appreciate the majesty it brought to bear.
Rough edges that came from being built in a rock, to the magnificent raised throne that Analise had rested upon. To the frozen wasteland created by a flick of her finger and even the elk's great power. Each part contributed to the majesty of the space, to it feeling like a true royal chamber.
But that wasn't what I needed to do nor was it anything pertinent. Instead I languidly brought myself to the body. She was peaceful in death, as she was in life.
Her expression hadn't moved a muscle despite the collapse of the ice sustaining the other half of her body. I admired the dress one last time before my fingers splayed over the golden crest.
