Sit On My Throne — 1

Aldric's mind was a labyrinth of intrigue and calculation, a place both fascinating as much as it was unsettling. It wasn't just the darkness of his thoughts that unnerved Islinda, but the patience and meticulousness with which he planned his every move. 

He harbored a grand vision, one that surpassed anything she could imagine, and she couldn't help but wonder where she fit into it all. What was her role in his intricate schemes? Or had she outlived her usefulness now that he had Valerie cornered? What would become of her in the end, when all was said and done?