Double Throne Chair Rental Novels & Stories

Light flowed in from large windows located at the front and at the rear of the hall. At the center of the rear wall was a large olive wood throne. It was cut from one tree and was carved with designs of spirals and one large sunburst. The seat was covered in red velvet cushions; a white wool rug stretched out in front of the throne. Light shined on the throne and was filtered by thin white drapes that hung in the windows. A smaller throne sat next to the Emperor’s throne and was also of olive wood with similar spiral patterns and a crescent moon above the seat. It too was cushioned in red velvet and had carvings of intricate patterns running up the legs and across the back. On a large bronze

POV: Lucian The coronation happens on the first clear morning after the solstice, the twin moons still visible at the horizon as the sun rises, the overlap of light sources that has become Drevalon's new normal producing the particular gold and red illumination that the rebuilt throne room carries better than the original ever did, the new stone chosen specifically for how it catches the dual light. Two thrones have been placed at the chamber's center, side by side on the same raised platform, the design matching in structure and differing in detail, Drevalon's craft in the wolf throne and Thornhaven's in the vampire one, the commission given to artisans from both cities who worked together

He led me to a small room on the left-hand side of the throne which was stationed at the top of the tiled stairs. As we walked I noticed how lavishly furnished the throne room was. It was exactly what you would expect from a throne room with crystal chandeliers and several huge silver and black pillars holding up the completely black ceiling with swirling designs of gold and silver flowers, leaves, and thorns entwined into each other. The rest of the throne room though mostly black was decorated with silver and diamond accessories truly the highest depiction of wealth I've ever seen.

Placed nonchalantly on the seat was a white winter coat inlayed with snow wolfs fur. Next to the black throne was a smaller throne, made of gold with sun patterns. They were carved with great precision, looking filigree, and adding a feminine charm. Regardless of its beauty, the second throne looked a bit out of place in its simplistic surroundings. Right now, the thrones were vacant.

The Imperial Palace. The Throne Room. Noon. The Dragon Throne sat atop a dais of black marble. It was a monstrosity of gold and rubies, shaped like a coiled serpent. For three hundred years, only the Thornes had sat there. Today, the doors opened for a new bloodline. Vespera walked down the long red carpet. Her boots—still muddy from the battlefield—left dark prints on the pristine wool. She wore her black riding leathers, her heavy cloak billowing behind her like a storm cloud.

She knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch. "Oh. I forgot to ask you. How much does this chair cost?" Paxton, seeing her insistence and unable to refuse her, responded honestly. "Miss Swann, this chair was custom-made in Itasca, and its current market value is approximately one million dollars in Eskanese currency." "What?" Audrey was stunned and fell from the chair. She looked at Paxton in amazement. "One million dollars for this chair?" Paxton nodded. He had only mentioned the market price of the chair.

“This I swear.” Harald then leads Rasmus to the rear of the platform where a throne sits. It’s far less ornate than the one Carlotta used to sit on, but still; made of deep reddish wood, polished to a shine and fitted with red velvet cushions which have been studded onto the base and back of the chair with golden studs, its regal enough.

In a white castle, glittering of royalty, its interiors were made of rich designs which emboded on every corners of the hall, and there are twelve chairs made of mighty woods and had the image of the sun placed at the top heads if each chair, among the chairs, there is a throne, fixed at the end of the hall, in which if any one enters the mighty hall, they are been greeted by a mighty man, the ruler of Jupiter, now on the sit sat Nehu, the king of Jupiter, with all his glorious royal robe and his mighty crown which glittered in the room,

he said, “The throne is a different thing,” Azeph said, “It’s a heavy responsibility that takes up the person’s body and soul. But Elinor’s reason to not want this are not as cowardly as avoiding the responsibility. She has a reason, and we all know it,” he declared and Alan sat back in silence after that. Azeph sighed and settled back down in his chair to wait for Elinor to return from her telephone call with her mother. As did the others, who went back to their stale conversation as he flipped through the pages of the book Elinor had been reading.

"Welcome to the world. I trust the altitude hasn't made you too... Dizzy?" "The air is a bit thick down here Lucius " I replied, my voice carrying over the murmurs of the court. "It smells of desperation and old perfume." He laughed, offering his arm. I ignored it, walking past him into the ballroom. The Gala was a sea of masks and sneering smiles. The King sat on a throne made of weirwood, his presence a heavy suffocating pressure. Beside him in a display case of glass sat my mother’s crown—the Lunar circlet I had only seen in old sketches.