Novel & Cerita Sit On A Throne Of Lies

Today is the day I actually feel like the chief executive manager of the company. Today’s date is a historical day for me. Date and time are both noted on my book of life, if someone tells me that I’m not capable of being the executive manager I will just kick his ass up. Today is the day I realize what the position of manager means. I would have agreed that I’m dreaming if it wasn’t for the fact that I continuously pinched myself to wake up but didn’t. I’m starting to feel like this day is a bloody nightmare that refuses to be over. After writing speeches and making notes on what the presentation is about, I attended five meetings in a roll without any break and not to mention that I presen

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.

“That’s Lyra. They say it’s named after a lyre that could charm even the gods.” “It’s beautiful,” I whisper. “You always look at things like that,” he says suddenly, voice low. “Like you want to believe in the stories. Even the sad ones.” I turn to look at him. He’s already watching me. “It’s easier than believing in silence,” I reply, just as quietly. His hand is still in mine. And I don’t let go. But just as I begin to breathe in that fragile sense of calm, it hits me—this is wrong.

The Sister’s Lie POV – Carina I stare at the photograph on the floor as if it might dissolve, vanish, change into something less damning. Something less real. But it doesn’t. It’s her. My sister, Alina. Smiling next to Vanessa. Her arm slung casually around the woman who tried to destroy everything I’ve built. In her other hand…a vial. The same type I saw tonight. The kind that makes a man like Dante forget the woman he loves and believe he belongs to someone else.

The throne showed him not glory but ruin, not strength but the memory of betrayal carried forward as tradition. His voice broke but did not falter. “If I wear this crown, I carry not only the burden of power but the weight of every lie they called truth. If I sit, I am heir to chains, if I rise, I am heir to fire. Either way, I am bound.”

“Because truth doesn’t die easy. They had to burn it out of the stones.” Ash crunched under their boots. Faded glyphs, scrawled like last prayers, flaked beneath their steps. Every step forward felt like a step through someone else’s memory. And then… they saw it. The throne. It wasn’t high or gilded or grand. It wasn’t anything it should have been. It was wrong. Gray. Shapeless. Sitting in the center like a scar the world couldn’t quite heal. It didn’t hum with magic—it breathed with silence. A silence so deep, it felt like it was watching them.

" Related to the throne?" " Yes, princess. This throne is like the soil where specific plants are meant to grow . Only certain people are meant to sit on this throne , Sophia. The moment a person who is not meant for it comes to occupy it, that person becomes a weed. " " But why will someone not meant for this try to sit on it?" " That person will come for power. To get power, the person will want to sit on this throne of ours. " " Dad, you mean someone not meant to sit on this throne will come to sit on it. "

He reminded me more of a rebellious, spoiled teen boy disrespecting his father's throne while he was away. “What are we doing here?” “Waiting” Loke’s head slumped back, staring at the blinking lights far above us with a deep sigh. Then what was I supposed to do? Just walk around here in the dimmed light, looking at water streams, lights, and different rocks? Walking up to the massive chair, I halted in my tracks a couple of feet away, and my eyes widened in shock. The morbid decoration made the throne from the Game of Thrones look like a toddler’s furniture. Skull after skull built up the massive back of the chair: human skulls, animals, and ones with horns and unnatural outgrowths.

I was silent for several seconds before I said, "Stand up and talk to me. You asked what you did wrong. There's nothing wrong in wanting dignity, but you tried to build yours by trampling on mine." Her sobbing stopped. "When you spread lies that I was a servant and turned the whole campus against me, did that make you feel dignified? When you threw the bloodstained sheets into my washbasin and tried to force me to wash them, did that make you feel dignified?"