Gadiel
July 26, 12:29 pm, The Throne Room, Inside the Castle
The more he looked up, the more certain he became that there was a person up there. Furthermore, a strange sensation of familiarity was creeping over him as he squinted up at the supposed body up there.
"Gadiel," said Elodie, rather patiently as she gripped his arm tighter. "I don't know what mind control will do to a ten-year-old."
Gadiel blinked, remembering what they were here to do. He shook himself out of his little daydream, then followed Elodie up the steps to the throne.
The throne was even more impressive up close. Soft, red fabric cushioned the seat and backboard, the frame made of solid gold. Two small lion heads, roaring in agony adorned the end of the armrests, the legs of the throne a solid block rising from the podium. Intricate patterns lined the solid block of gold underneath, flowing into the marble below.