The Throne
Lloyd opened his eyes slowly, the sensation of his lashes fluttering against his cheeks almost surreal.
A throbbing ache enveloped his head like a tightening band, and instinctively, he placed a tentative hand upon the source of his pain. As he sat up on the cold, unforgiving ground, the dimly lit chamber came into focus.
The stone walls of the castle loomed around him, shadowy and imposing, a place he never should have ventured into, especially not without his beloved Hermione. Memories rushed back; Roman had dragged him here against his will.
With great effort, Lloyd rose to his feet, his body swaying unsteadily as he grasped his head and tilted it to the side, desperately trying to alleviate the throbbing pain.