King Edward Vii Chair Novels & Stories

There was a short bookcase along a wall under three large odd paintings. Edward’s desk was along the far wall. He also had a corner view with floor to ceiling windows as two of the walls in his office. There were two modern white leather chairs in front of his desk. They looked like the ones in the waiting room but more like an upgraded version. Edward’s desk was sleek and black with a glass top. His chair was white leather with black outlines. He had very little clutter on his desk, just a computer monitor and an iPad.

Beneath it, on its corners, sat two golden lions, designed to look as if they were holding up the chair. Caitlin examined it in awe. "King Edward's chair," said the vampire. “The coronation throne for kings and queens for thousands of years. A very special piece of furniture—not only for its place in history, but because it holds one of the keys for our kind.” She turned and looked at Caitlin. "We have been guarding this throne for thousands of years. Now that you are here, and now that you have unlocked the scepter, it is time for you to take your rightful place.”

VI The throne room was empty that day, nobody entered, and nobody exits. Lord Iritain and Lord Gertan looked at the throne, an uncomfortable wooden chair. That chair was used as a throne for three generations. There must be secret to why it is used. “I still don't get it, why they use this chair?” Lord Iritain looked at the arm rests, they were ordinary arm rests. They was nothing strange about them. “It keeps them focused on the speaker.” Lord Gertan said behind him.

He could see it right in her eyes that she wants just the same. “I will take you to your throne,” she said and led the way while he followed with his entourage. Getting to the podium where a nice roll of chairs has been set for the ten High Council chiefs, there was a big red throne sitting right in the middle of the ten chairs. Genevieve and the rest of the chiefs bowed as Edward sat majestically on his throne and he realized that from his spot, he could see every part of the arena.

"I want to be present for the installation." "You want to check his joint quality." He looked at me. "Yes," he said. I handed the floor plan back to him. "I have one request," I said. "Yes?" "The chair. Get the one from the east wing sitting room. The green one with the wide arms." He looked at the floor plan. He picked up the pen. He changed the notation. Chair — green, east wing sitting room, wide arms. He blew on the ink. He handed it back to me.

The air in the chamber was thick—stagnant, smelling faintly of cedar, candle wax, and something sharper beneath, a sterile tang that didn’t belong in a place that looked like a cathedral. Weston’s throne sat in the center, not on a dais but in a pit of light, illuminated by a circle of suspended bulbs that swayed almost imperceptibly. It was not a king’s seat. It was a god’s chair—high-backed, built of blackened steel with veins of gold running down its arms. Savannah’s eyes moved to the walls, and that was when her knees almost buckled. There were portraits. Three of them.

That was useful. "Ivory Ashwood," the chair said. "Yes," I said. "Please be seated." I sat. Edward looked at me for the first time across the chamber. I looked back. He was expecting the girl from the basement. He was expecting the girl from the mating ball — controlled, careful, operating from behind eighteen years of practiced invisibility. He was expecting someone he could talk over and document around and reduce to a legal question that his very good counsel could address in terms that buried her underneath the language.

More weapons decorate the wall from top to bottom. Directly opposite from that wall is where everyone is seated. The chairs are made in a stair like manner. The first raw is right at the bottom and the back chairs are up high, almost half way close to the top. Infront of the stair chairs stood two larger chairs, more luxurious and fit for the rulers of this Kingdom. King Viper and Queen Sity were already seated at the front to chairs while the royals and a bunch of people I don't recognize sat on the stair chairs behind the King and Queen.

Walter asked out of curiosity. "Uhm to heal a blind friend. Excuse me Mr Walter, do you mind me asking where you got your chair from? Isn't that the serpent throne?" Diana inquired. Walter was shocked how a young looking lady exactly pin pointed what chair it's, scrutinizing her shortly. She remarked, "I spent a lot in acquiring it. You can see how special it's...it was the throne of the king of an ancient dynasty and clearly as you said, the serpent dynasty! The emperor back then used to sit on it..." As his words fell, he shifted to balance comfortably on the throne.

Especially in front of a human. Lord Edward tested his siting position in the chair till he was comfortable, he looked relaxed in it and leisurely looked around the room at all those who wanted to kill him with an easy smile till his gaze fell on me. Ben noticed the action and turned to look at me, his eyes full of questions on how we were to proceed despite the interruption. I just shook my head telling him to wait. I had a feeling Edward was not done. After he was satisfied the chair was to his maximal comfort, he turned back to the council.