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Had my vote. "I don't know how much time we have," Sunny said, taking my hand and leading me toward the back of the throne room. I looked up at the stained glass window, a beautiful, round piece of art depicting Sunny and Uncle Frank, smiling in tinted silicate. The previous one, a more deathly scene, but stunning nonetheless, had been shattered last summer when I freed the Wilhelm Blood Clan from the sorcerer's taint. Nice to see they'd gotten around to replacing it with something happier.

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

"Hmm Angel, It's nice to here again. I couldn't have you endure this torment again and so I called out to the Goddess. She and other gods trapped him in the form of the Prince. The price was I rest and not look for you and so I did. The Prince came forth essentially blocking the god. However, he was still drawn to find you. He doesn't know the reasons why, but he did and as I was informed made you queen." The man in the robes takes a vial out of his pocket. He pours the contents into a glass. Then bites his wrist dripping his blood into it. "Majesty, That was a vile of your blood I found in your chamber before.... Well you'll see. I've mixed my blood. I've always kept an eye on you at the ma

And still yet, that remains the least confusing thing, as what is, is the finding of the stake of Adonis, which was used to kill King Orrin. So many questions left unanswered, because yet, I never expected the Lord of the heavens to let such happen, without giving us any kind of sign. Still yet still, it is still a sign from him that each and every God he created is now in danger, meaning a new supernatural has risen, or it could be a supernatural who has always been there.

**Chapter 72: The Gathering of Thrones** The summons did not travel by messenger. It traveled by power. *** Through roots that whispered beneath the Eternal Glades. Through shadows that stretched across the Obsidian Realms. Through bloodlines, bonds, and ancient pacts long left dormant. *** Raven did not ask. She called. *** And this time— they answered. *** ### The Throne Hall of Valros The great hall had been prepared long before the first arrival. *** Obsidian pillars rose like black glass toward vaulted ceilings carved with ancient sigils—older than the current throne, older than the war, older even than the line of kings that had ruled before Victoria’s father.

“Then you reject the North! You will be a Queen of nothing!” “I don’t want a throne of bone,” I roared, my violet-silver fire erupting in a column of heat that shattered the ice pillars. “I want a Throne of Blood and Breath!” I didn't sit on the Obsidian Throne. I Smashed it. I raised the Sovereign-Fang and drove it into the center of the obsidian seat. The volcanic glass didn't just break; it Exploded. The "Too Much" energy that had been bottled up for centuries was finally released, flooding the hall in a tidal wave of Violet-Gold Marrow.

The mortar that bound the stones carried flecks of battlefield ash, a silent promise that their sacrifice would never be forgotten. Where the legendary Nightglass Throne once loomed, an obsidian seat carved to resemble a crown of icicles, now stood a simpler chair: fashioned from blackened moonwood and braided phoenix feathers, veins of gold running through its curves. It neither towered nor dazzled. It waited.

He didn’t notice the way my tone clipped, or maybe he did and chose to ignore it. “The Thornevales,” he continued, his voice growing more intense, “they sit on a throne built from the blood of everyone beneath them. You know it. You’ve seen it. They let the hungry starve. They watch people beg for healing, for shelter, for a chance and they look the other way unless that person has a little power they can use. Or worse—unless they’re useful for manipulation.” He spat the word like it tasted sour in his mouth. But I was also adamant.

"Which one? The series with the gorgeous edible men, Thorny Crown! Jesus, Talia! Do you live in a cave?" Oh, that one. "Yeah yeah." Talia saw that one, but she stopped watching it in Season 5. The story was centered on the male leads obsessing about a two-faced female lead who's ambitious enough to covet the throne even when she's a half-blood noble with a commoner's blood from her mother's side. Talia hated the wench since Season 3 when the stupid Victoria, the female lead's half-sister, got executed for a crime planned by the female lead. It was such a twisted story, but it was still a hit worldwide since the main plot has a touch of offensive schemes and harsh politics.

The Great Hall of the Blackwood Keep had become a battlefield of competing realities. On one side was the "Clean Room Protocol," a world of shadowless white glass and sterile logic. On the other was Lyra Thorne, a woman who had turned her own agony into a shield of violet shadow.