Round Table With Chairs That Fit Underneath Novels & Stories

No support poles held up the ceiling—instead, the black fabric seemed suspended by an invisible force, rippling occasionally like the surface of dark water. At the centre stood a circular table of obsidian, its surface so polished it reflected their faces with perfect clarity. Seven chairs surrounded it—four on one side, three on the other. The godking had already claimed the central seat on the far side, Chancellor Hellden taking position to his right. The third chair remained empty. "Please," the godking said, gesturing to the empty seats. "Make yourselves comfortable."

A large spread of charcuterie, fruits, wines, blood carafes, and edible plants line the table for us to indulge upon. Commanders, betas, gammas, and royal guards sit in seats behind their respective leader. We take our seats and chat with the other leaders who are seated near our chairs, while we snack and drink together. There are seven chairs at the head of the table for the seven appointed council elders. Those chairs are each fitted in design for the realms upon which each elder represents.

Never visited one. Huge round table with golden high-back chairs surrounding it, sits in the middle. The golden throne of Vladimir is positioned at the far end. On the table is food of various kinds—wine, strong and sweet. Fruits decorate the middle, bursting with colors. Together, we take our seats.

The noise should be unbearable but it's surprisingly quite for four hundred people. Alice leads me to the table at the very top, directly opposite the doors and on the farthest side of the room. It's circular so large enough for up to twelve people. The others are around the same size.

Lana stood in front of me in the line and looked around enthusiastically. "Look at those big tables," she said, pointing towards the few twelve-seater tables. "There are only three of them. Those three tables belong to the three captains and their close followers," she whispered in my ear. I looked at the people sitting at the table and saw Victoria seated at the head of one of the large tables. However, the head chairs of the other tables were empty, as there was no sign of Draken and Ares in the canteen. I let my eyes travel across the hall. The tables were different sizes, holding different numbers of chairs. The largest held twelve. After that came tables with ten chairs, then eight, six

It was a welcome sight to see. At the head of the table, instead of the raised platform for the throne and its riches, two incredibly large chairs with intricate carvings took up the space. The arms of the chairs turned into fierce wolves that appeared to be charging forward. Sidia didn't have much time to examine the rest of the room. Julia had drawn everyone's attention to them. The humans stopped talking and watched them carefully. They all seemed to be very curious, some of them craning their necks to get a good look as Julia led Sidia to the head of the table. Catarina pulled out one of the chairs and gestured for Sidia to sit.

The room is huge. Royal blue and cream colors are offset by the dark wood and the gold. The large arched windows line the far wall, offering a look out at the dark trees surrounding the house. In the middle of the room is a large wooden table with what seems like a hundred chairs around it, but is really only fourteen chairs. Six on each side and one at each end. The table is dark wood, with a royal blue runner down the middle of the table. In the middle is a gold and blue vase filled with cream roses.

"Sames, sis. Sames." Our two groups passed through another intricately carved doorway. The etchings in the wood brought to mind clouds and springtime. Circular as well, we passed under the arch of it and into a smaller domed room. Nine chairs were lined in a crescent moon shape. A small dais stood opposite the chairs. Two Wardens nudged us all up onto the small raised platform. Graysten and his team ranged behind us in another arc as the Wardens in blue and white tunics stationed themselves behind the sweep of chairs.

Before I dropped my head, Kor urged me to lift my head as we walked over the threshold. One long mahogany table is lined up at the far end of the hall and smaller mahogany tables line up adjacent to the long one. Ethan squeezes my hand before heading over to the long table where he sits on the largest of six tall wooden chairs. Wooden vines swirling up towards a wooden crown at the top of the chair. Two wolves on each side of the crown and the armrest changing into claws. His hand pulled me down into the chair beside him. After we were all seated, Alpha Joshua and Luna Rose came in and took their seats at one of the smaller tables. Mavy walks in with Nikki and they walk over and sit in one o

For a room that large, it was well lit - by huge circular metal chandeliers that hung from the rafters, by flares inserted into brackets along the walls and by candles of beeswax impaled on the spikes of the iron candelabra that stood three apiece on the long oaken tables that ran the length of the room. To Red's feminine eye, the room was uncompromisingly masculine. Suits of armor stood in the gaps between the huge windows that opened onto the quadrangle. The walls were festooned with the emblems of war – crossbows, swords, lances, spears, shields. A raised platform ran along one end of the hall. It held a table that could seat twenty. Unlike the plain wooden tables on the floor below, the