End of the Day

The sound of shattering glass. It appeared he had held onto his wine glass a bit too tightly. The king, Brennan Bosque, was frustrated. He could hardly reel in his rage.

The wine tainted his robe as he sat on the throne but he nonetheless let it be.

"Damn it!" The king instead threw out a meaningless punch before gripping his head tightly with both hands. He let out an annoyed grunt before inevitably looking up.

The ceiling of the throne room. The elegant curves and steep inclines combined with the sheer height of the room made for a feeling of grandness. Anyone that was to step foot into the throne room would feel tiny, like an ant.

All except for one... The king. The large throne elevated from the rest, the throne decorated with intricate designs that stood out even among the artistic pillars and elegant walls made the king feel grander than the world itself.