Chapter Eighteen
Julius is thrown onto the tiled flooring, the sound of his body echoing through the throne room. Standing up, he glances around the room. It squares out, and at the end of the hall, is a staircase heading to his father's throne. It perches at the back, his father sitting with his hand holding his jeweled staff. Black and red flags drape either side of the throne, at the side of the engravement. His father smirks from his throne, a dark glittering throne of metal. A red cushion is underneath him. A knife hangs above him, pointing down. The tiled floor is white, polished every day by the Outlaw Villagers.