Emperor Computer Chair Romane & Geschichten

None of that is all that extraordinary though. I freeze in the doorway of my office. Instead of my usual ergonomic chair, there is a throne behind my desk. A massive, plush leather recliner that looks like it belongs in a first-class airline cabin. It has lumbar support, a footrest, and I’m pretty sure it has a massage function. "He had the maintenance crew move it in an hour ago," Enzo explains calmly. "He said your back needs support." I stare at the chair. It looks comfortable as hell. It’s also completely ridiculous behind my sleek, modern glass desk. This is not a battle I want to pick though.

Lucien, the third, was tapping a rhythm on a tablet, a smirk on his face that promised nothing but pain. The Princes of the Sterling Empire. But they weren't the ones in the chair. In the center of the room was a high-backed, white leather executive chair. It was turned toward the window, showing me only the back of someone’s head,dark, silken hair pinned up in a style that screamed authority.

The woman called her name and she stood up so fast that she pushed the chair back a little The woman showed her the door and Emily nodded before walking in What she walked into was no ordinary boardroom, that was an empire in black, all the chairs were black, the table was made of high-quality wood and looked shiny Her eyes landed on a chair that was on the end of the long table, the person seated there was not facing towards her, rather on the big window out there and she told herself that, that must be a very beautiful view from up here "Sit down Miss Carter" that voice again... Why does it sound familiar? She sat down at the other end of the table and the chair slowly turned to reveal tha

She closed the door. The click was small. It still sounded like something being locked. Now I was alone in my office, sitting in a chair too large and too comfortable for a woman currently considering a list of people she wanted to destroy legally. I had chosen the chair myself two years ago after spending three weeks in a designer chair that looked beautiful but made my spine want to sue. The leather was dark cognac, tall, wide, with a backrest that made me look like the CEO of an interiors magazine, not the mother of a four-year-old who had just accused chicken soup of being propaganda.

Must be a benefit from the Demon King. This room is everything you would expect from a Vampire King, only missing a throne made out of thorns or human skulls, either would be fitting for the image of Vampire King. While Lucern doesn’t have a throne made of thorns or skulls, at least not in his office, he does have the most interesting chair I have ever seen. The chair is similar to what you would find in any prestigious office building, except for the red colored faces that you can see moving throughout the chair every now and then. Their mouths twisted as if in a silent scream.

Eduard and Venus are in the throne room. He is seated on a red throne with golden handles shaped like a dragon. The throne is wide enough for three people but only the Emperor can sit on it. The Empress sits on a silver chair next to the Emperor’s throne but Venus is not sitting on it. Instead, she is made to stand next to the throne as a sign of her actual status: a low level Omega.

Large windows of glass and red curtains stayed open, letting the cool wind travel inside. Larice glanced forward at the end of the throne room that elevated the empty seat of the Emperor. The golden chair, with red and white fur on the backrest, rose the highest among the elegant seats on the sides—all had rested above the curved, marble-tiled stairs. Behind the seats stood a red-painted wall, revealing a huge symbol of a golden phoenix at its center. Everything was gold and red. Even the round chandeliers above them screamed of wealth and power.

"I thought you said the Emperor did not want to be disturbed?" Inal asked stepping back out of the dark room. "The emperor has gone on a stroll and asked that if anyone comes looking for him I should tell them that he doesn't want to be disturbed," Tiartu said. "Mother, I am glad to have found you here, "Aranar Enlim said. Aranar Enlim was the crown prince and he was just nine years of age. He had been looking around for his mom for a while.