You Sit On A Throne Of Lies 소설 & 이야기

He should have known that I don't trust women. "Saint. What exactly is going on?" D'Leonardo asked the man the moment he came downstairs. Ariel's head fell lightly, her eyes dimming. In a world like this, you could be sacrificed for your empire. I heard some people murmur about how a woman who was supposed to be pleasing men take up an important job like this. My jaw ticked lightly. I felt like hitting the owner of that voice that he'd never...ever use that mouth to make a single sound again. Probably just to please his own women in ways he sees fit.

"You went out and had your fun to the point of having an illegitimate child! What's the point of coming over to apologize?! The Medina family doesn't welcome you anymore! And my daughter has nothing to do with you anymore! You've already divorced! Don't harass my daughter after this, or I'll beat you up every time I see you!" "No, this isn't real! None of this is real..." He frowned in thought, suddenly struck by realization. "I didn't mean to sign the divorce agreement. I signed it when I was drunk! It was all that woman's plot! I was tricked! Please believe me, I truly love Lia. I don't want a divorce." Midas sneered, his voice cold. "Your name's on the paper. How is it fake? The child is

Pawns don’t see the spies. And pawns sure as hell don’t sass nobility into silence. Checkmate, darling. The next day…Oh it was chaos and drama. The council chamber was every villain's dream room. High ceilings. Thick curtains. A red carpet that screamed “betrayal happened here once, maybe twice.” Seven thrones for seven big egos, and at the center— A throne of solid mana crystal, glittering with raw power and generational trauma. That’s where the King sat.

“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.

Then, he sneered, "Didn't you marry me for money? Are you trying to act all high and mighty now? It's too late!" His gaze hardened, and he called for the bodyguards. "Everything you've worn and used over all these years came from my family. If you won't apologize, then give it all back!" I was so shocked I could barely stand. I clenched my fists. "Eric, do you have no conscience at all?" Eric's lips curled up into a cruel smile as he gave the order. "You won't apologize? Fine. Strip her and throw her out! She can come back when she learns her lesson!"

“You wore this crown long before you learned how to run.” “Stop it,” I breathed, curling my shaking hands into fists. “You’re not me.” “Oh,” she whispered sweetly. “But I am. The part you buried. The truth you stitched up with borrowed names and small dreams.” I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. My legs felt like lead, glued to the blood-soaked stone. “Do you want to know the truth?” she said softly. I shook my head violently. “NO.” The throne began to crack, splitting down the middle, jagged pieces of bone splitting apart as black vines curled up from the ground, wrapping around it like skeletal fingers.

"Power doesn't lie in the throne, but in the hearts of those who believe in it." Alex's smirk faltered for a brief moment, but he quickly regained his composure, refusing to show any signs of weakness. He stepped closer to Henry, their faces mere inches apart, and spoke with a low, measured voice. "Ah, Henry, always the optimist," Alex sneered. "But you see, I have come to realize that the rightful owner of this throne has always been me. It was I who was built for this purpose, this destiny." Henry's eyes widened, a mix of shock and disbelief etching across his face. The realization hit him hard, threatening to shatter his resolve. Yet, Henry's spirit remained unyielding.

"I was raised to rule this country, Lord Theodor. From the moment I opened my eyes for the first time, there was one role that I was supposed to do, and that was to learn how to become queen. I am not worried about my ability to take on that role, in fact, It would be an insult to his majesty who had been teaching me for so long to say that I can take it on. Of course, I still have much to learn but I am confident in my abilities. All that I am saying is that I am confident about my cousin's abilities too, and I have faith in his concern for the good of our country. which is why I think that this battle is meaningless," "It is meaningless because you are the rightful heir to the throne, Elin

Alec sits beside me. "Why didn't you tell us?" Emaline speaks up, pain flickering in her eyes. I know what this is about. This is about the abuse. "W-what do you mean?" If I keep stacking up my lies, they will eventually believe me. Hopefully. But I am sick of lying. I don't want to lie anymore.

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.