Novel & Cerita Golden Throne

First, I had to take a deep bath using the fragrance they had prepared. While they dried my hair and styled it elegantly, I enjoyed my breakfast. After applying makeup on my face, they helped me put on the blue dress of my choice, complete with gold shoes. I could only stare at my appearance in the mirror. The blue dress was beautiful with gold-colored carvings, and the skirt touched my ankles. I wore a thick dark blue coat mixed with red, and a beautiful tiara was on my head. The guards were ready at the door to escort me to the room where the event would be held. I recognized the large door in front of me, the throne room. The guards opened it, and I stepped inside with them.

With a final, deafening strike, the light vanished. Sitting on the golden floor was a new Key. It wasn't pristine, glowing gold like the old Admin Key. It was a jagged, heavy thing, forged from dark, matte-black iron, pulsing with a slow, rhythmic red light that perfectly matched the beat of Ren's own heart. SYSTEM ALERT: THE CROWN OF THORNS FORGED. ITEM CLASS: MYTHIC/ADMINISTRATIVE. SOUL-BOUND TO: WRAITH. WARNING: DESTRUCTION OF THIS ITEM WILL RESULT IN PERMANENT NEURAL CESSATION.

“With your drugs that you thought could control me? Or with your body that serves both Angelina and me?” “No way…” His lips trembled uncontrollably. “You clearly took them every day…” Angelina’s face instantly turned red. She slammed the table and shouted, “Throw this madwoman out of the family!” I ignored her shouting and slowly removed the glove from my right hand. I raised my hand. On my thumb was an ancient, heavy black-gold ring, engraved with the family emblem—a phoenix in flames. The don’s ring was the symbol of the family’s highest authority. The entire room fell silent.

The private express elevator ascended into the heavens of Manhattan with a breathless, silent velocity. When the polished obsidian doors finally glided back, they revealed a sprawling, multi-million-dollar sanctuary of high-fashion digital luxury. The penthouse sky-lounge was a masterpiece of metallic brocade fabrics, deep burgundy velvet textures, and towering glass panels that looked out over a sea of shimmering city lights. A soft, ambient golden luminescence cast long, sultry shadows across the room, catching the pristine crystal decanters and the sleek, dark marble surfaces. It was a space designed for absolute power and exquisite vice.

Kael asked, his hand resting on his blade. Zephyr’s silver eyes flickered. “The kind that doesn’t breathe.” He pressed his palm against the door. The runes flared, then faded. The iron groaned, swinging open with a heavy, grinding screech. We stepped inside. The vault was vast—a circular chamber lined with shelves of gold, artifacts, and ancient relics. But at the center, on a pedestal of black obsidian, lay a crown. It was made of silver and moonlight, woven into a delicate, intricate lattice that seemed to glow from within. It pulsed with a soft, rhythmic light, like a heartbeat.

Pete whispered to Khloe, referring to the guards who were in a plane grey and light brown attire. "I seek the King!" Khloe responded. "I am Khl..." Before Khloe could say her name and introduce the other two to the man standing before them, Another voice interrupted. A man walked out from a misty room beside the throne that was places high up before them. His head was endowed with a golden crown with shards of 'Taafeite' and more diamonds. "Okay, I think in have seen enough diamonds here today." Pete whispered. "Like you own one!" Maria savaged, not even bothering to glance at Pete who stared daggers at her.

I slowly walked forward, my heart racing as I tried to register what was going on. “I leave tonight, I need you to make sure no one tries to steal my throne while I’m gone. I may have spared your life in the human realm, but if a slip up happens in my kingdom, under your guard, I will kill you.” The man sounded excited about death, as if he hoped the person would fail. I turned the corner entering a huge room. A single golden throne sat in the middle of dais. Gold skulls sat at the end of each armrest, the back of the throne had angels falling from the sky into a pit of fire carved into it. Gold was moulded into bones and created the base of the chair.

"She's my girlfriend." "No, I'm not. We broke up a long time ago." Yael, with a grin, eyed Caleb and could not help but notice the ring he was holding. "An HD ring? I remember at the auction, Mr. Brooks and I were both after the Heart of the Ocean. I knew I couldn't outbid him, but he stopped at three million dollars. Do you prefer this diamond ring?" Yael's words shocked me. Three million dollars for that necklace? Yael sure knew how to waste money.

None dared to breathe too loudly. At the end of that aisle rose a raised platform of polished marble, and sitting upon it was a throne forged entirely out of gold. The metal gleamed even in the dimness, catching every glimmer of the torchlight as if it enjoyed the attention. The man who sat on the throne did not seem to belong to it. Or perhaps the throne belonged to him so completely that it was hard to separate where one began and the other ended.

"That, we're happy, enjoying the throne and wealthiness by ourselves? While the real owner owner of it, is enduring the Cursed that you've done to him? Even he really doesn't deserve's it?" "How dare you--!" "All right! Kill me! That's the only place you're good at, isn't it!? To kill someone!" the vein in my throat was almost constricted from shouting so much. I didn't hesitate and left the huge King and Queen hall. If you look at the palace from the outside, yet you really dream of being able to live in it because of the sheer splendor of the design. Because the palace is made of pure gold and the things that is still inside it are also pure glittering diamonds as well as the chairs and fu