I had been to my father's throne room before.
Each time, I found it so vast and tall and wide that both my eyes and mind were overwhelmed by the sheer grandeur of the place.
This time was no different.
Frescoed vaults above, supported by grand columns of gold, depicted the legendary battles my family had fought and won over the generations.
Below, though no human mind could truly perceive it, the distance between the floor and the vaulted ceiling continued to subtly shrink in a way that made the throne at the other end of the room appear large enough to dwarf any human.
As a result, the man sitting upon the throne appeared even larger.
The throne itself was bathed in shadows so dark it was barely perceptible in the dim lighting of the hall, but I could still clearly see that it was designed in the shape of a roaring lion's gaping maw.
And lounging comfortably within the mouth of that monstrous beast was my father.
Arthur Kaizer Theosbane.
