As soon as Cassandra heard this question, she squeezed Atlas's cheek and said, "The throne on the right is yours. As your wife, I will sit on the throne on your right in the future... So go ahead and sit down, I would very much like to see you sitting there."
Atlas swallowed hard after hearing these words and thought to himself that he had never imagined such a thing. He had not even managed to see a quarter of the city. Still, he had already prepared himself to go and sit on a throne in a palace that was perhaps even more magnificent than the palace in the Imperial Capital.
As if the time had come, Atlas began to move forward. He slowly climbed the steps leading to the throne and, after fifteen steps, focused on the throne to his right. Breathing calmly, Atlas realised how important this was for him.
