Bleeding Heart (Part 1)
Tyris and Leegaain found a straightforward path to the Throne Room and reached it without encountering any resistance.
Once they stepped inside the great hall, they froze on the spot. Not because there was a deadly trap or ambush waiting for them. Not because the Mad King had prepared an anti-Guardian array that his daughter had further perfected.
What made pain run through every fiber of their beings and robbed their eternal bodies of any warmth they had was how familiar the Throne Room was.
Everything from the throne to the paintings had been replaced by copies that looked like the originals but were made entirely of cold, lifeless stone. Thrud sat on her seat and by her side, there was another holding a statue depicting her lost husband.
Thrud wore Arthan's Armor and held the Sword of Arthan with both hands. Its tip touched the floor as she used the priceless artifact as a support to not double over due to the unbearable pain she felt.