King Edward Vii Love Chair Novels & Stories

It was clear that not everyone in the room was pleased to see him. ‎ ‎Edward took his time as he walked toward the head of the large conference table. The heavy wood surface reflected the overhead lights, its polished sheen giving off an almost cold, impersonal feel. He settled into his chair, placed purposefully apart from the others, at the very end of the table, his back straight, posture rigid. The chair, though comfortable, seemed more like a throne, designed for command rather than comfort. It was here that he felt in control, the dominant figure in the room.

The throne that were located in the middle of the room were already dismantled, what is left of it, were the large golden chair, which ultimately has become my personal chair, that settled at the head of the long expensive oak table. “...Alright, since you all are here….today big agenda of the meeting is simple……let’s end this freaking war….”.

The interrogation and the execution were over. What remains undone now was the investigation. The useless investigation for they already know who was behind everything – Edom. Ashriel sat on her chair. The grand chair has a red velvet cushion, a frame made of gold adorned with diamonds, and a lion crafted on the armrest that had blue and green diamonds as eyes. An eagle was also crafted on the top rail with red diamonds as eyes. It was a chair that was the epitome of luxury and the symbol of her power, authority, and responsibility. It was the chair that Edom greedily desired to have. The chair that was protected by many blood – both innocent and not. If not for the responsibility Ashriel ca

Edla raged without hesitation, the moment she stormed into her sister's room who was sitting on a huge chair that was in the room. The chair had a huge sculpted wing on the top of it, and was placed at an angle where could make her see anyone that made their way through the door. It gave the impression of an authoritative queen at the manner at which she sat, that looked like a powerful marionette that had no life in it, but commanded endless tyranny.

The King’s Chamber is a miniature version of the Throne Room, down to the fabric used for the Elders' seats. The seats are standing on what looks like a grandstand, one on each side of the room. Elder Jeff is sitting in a seat in the middle of the room, making everyone look down on him. Our seats are on a platform, facing the door and whoever is sitting in the defendant’s bench or whatever you want to call it.

There were chairs around it and a small platform with a podium at the center where a speaker say their piece. In front of it were three red chairs, but the one in the middle had embellishments and carvings of the symbol of Etholia. The chair belonged to the ruler of the kingdom—King Lucius. She took a deep breath and walked toward the podium. All eyes were on her, waiting. She had to convince them through her words because her future depends on it. "Your Majesty, dear elders of Etholia. I would like to propose about the matter with my marriage." She started.

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.

His breath caught in his throat when his eyes landed on his King. Ezra looked incredibly handsome, sitting on his throne at the end of the aisle. He was tall in his chair, with a high back, much higher than the others. The chair to his left was a little smaller and empty, as was the chair next to it. Nadja sat in the chair to his right, and Lexon sat next to him.

An IV line was discreetely hidden behind the chair, feeding him fluids or medication to keep him upright. "Marigold," he rasped, as I approached. "You look... expensive." "Dexter spared no expense, Your Majesty," I said, executing a curtsy that would have made my debutante coach weep with pride. "Sit," he commanded, gesturing to the chair on his right. Cian was already seated on the left. He was twirling a stem of wine between his fingers, his eyes locked on me. As I sat, he leaned forward, the scent of lilies hitting me like a wave.

Lila asked him, finally turning around, his entire body moving all at once. “No. Did you buy that fucking spinny chair?” Kai demanded, as soon as he got to the counter and looked over the side. “Yes! Happy birthday!” Lila cheered, jumping off of her newly placed seat. The swivel chair that had finally arrived that afternoon and had a giant picture of Batman’s face on the seat. The metal central support of it was covered in Marvel stickers, with the base of the chair having the Avengers printed all around it.