CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN (77)

The throne hall was high-ceilinged, cavernous, and vast, ornate. Its entrance is made up of two huge silver and golden drapes, to separate it from the royal Halls.  The floor was made of different types of marble, with a long darkened pathway trailing from the drapes to the throne. 

It was like time stopped as she waddled through the huge doors of the throne room, her breathing hooked as all eyes turned in her direction, all staring at her, taking in her sudden arrival but none could see through the silver mask that covered her face. She gulped, gripping her dress, not wanting to seem apprehensive as she raised her dress a bit and walked gracefully into the room.

She gazed ahead, towards the altar where the two thrones laid proudly, meant for the King and Queen, made with silver gems and diamonds, glowing in the dimmed atmosphere but the King's throne was vacant, she ignored the void in her chest at the abrupt despair, she made it