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One of the guards said and ran with speed, towards the king's chambers, as fast as his legs could carry him. The king and queen were settled on their throne which is composed of pure gold, and the floor is cast with the finest of marbles, giving it, a taste of heaven-like features, each throne is formed of gold, the footstool beneath each of the throne was designed with gold and diamond, the king and queen were clad in their royal garbs, the king has a glorious crown on his head, is holding a shining staff and wore a golden ring on his middle finger. He was communicating with his wife when suddenly the guard stumbled into the king's palace through the twin curtains; the king immediately stoo

I stand between Alec and Magnus and allow them to take an arm on either side of me and smile. ‘Both of you, it will be then,’ I grin. We enter the great hall together, arm in arm. Magnus and Alec are proud as they escort me toward the thrones. I beam with surprise as I notice three thrones instead of the two I saw earlier, but these three are different and much more beautiful than I could ever imagine. The smaller glimmering throne sits between the two larger ones. They are made from some kind of semitransparent precious stone. They are opalescent in shades of dark blue and silver. I smile up at Alec.

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

The Zenith Crown estate was not a home, it was a monument to Kaelen’s blinding ego, tonight, for the Grand Ascension Gala, every marble pillar was draped in gold silk, and every light spell was dialed to a bone-searing intensity, to the thousands of guests swirling in the ballroom below, the estate was a paradise of warmth and power, to me, it was a furnace.

“We go back. But we’re not going to live in the shadows anymore, Elara.” “Then where?” *********** Vane pulled a small, black key from his pocket. It wasn't the key to the Obsidian Manor. It was a key made of white gold and obsidian, fused together. “There’s a throne in the High Court that’s been empty since the beginning of time,” Vane said. “The Throne of the Eclipse. It requires two rulers—one who has seen the bottom of the abyss, and one who has broken the light.” He looked at her, his smirk returning—the one that made her want to hit him and kiss him at the same time.

Now that I was face to face with it - albeit behind a glass panel - with the Golden Leaf and Zak at stake, I could not afford to lose focus and be encapsulated by its superiority and imperialness. We reached the end of the corridor. I looked at my watch. 05:40. Another staircase. Much to my relief, this was much shorter, with ten steps. Embroidered on a red velvet carpet were golden knives, swords, and shields, which covered the polished marble steps. “Now, you two are about to meet the great President Drago Caracas, the leader of Obsidian!” Adrian exclaimed proudly. “Remember, show respect and we can figure something out for you two. Now follow me!”

Helen snapped furiously. The Golden Tower was located on South Street in the capital, and it was a well-established shop with a long-standing reputation. Their designs were unique, some even more exquisite than what the palace craftsmen could produce. In fact, many of the palace concubines sent people to The Golden Tower to buy jewelry and accessories. Moreover, the young heir of The Golden Tower knew how to market his products. Some items were made in very limited quantities. Even though the profit from just a few pieces wasn't huge, it helped maintain the store's prestigious reputation. Keeping that reputation alive was what really mattered in the long run.

Lucien explained, then led us into the throne room, everyone was there, and when I say everyone I mean all the key players and leaders, and then warriors started to gather, filling the grand room. Mathias and I walked up to the two enormous thrones. They were made of pure gold with a velvet backing and cushions, in deep green. I timidly sat on the seat, my hand holding onto Mathias’ for dear life. I was weary but also felt uncomfortable that I was sitting on something so luxurious in the dirt and blood-stained clothes. I always hoped a coronation would be something more... Pretty? *Relax little wolf* he chuckled hearing his voice in my head, then feeling his calming emotions wash through me.

Beta Lucas whispery calls, pulling me back into reality right before the council members and their fierce boring eyes. "Oh shit" I mumble, staring wiredly towards the slightly embarassed mom seated on a sliver throne beside a way larger empty golden coloured throne. The golden throne the largest and most respected amongst the trio coloured throne's. The golden throne signifies power and authority,it's a throne meant for the worthies,worthy alpha's alone are previledged to attain that throne and sadly late dad was worthy enough. Secondly,the silver throne,situated right handed besides the golden throne

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