The Royal Tribe is lavish of all. Its grand towers standing amidst the capital, the well-maintained markets, manors, vast wheat fields, and lush gardens speak of the pride and dignity that this tribe has. But the grandest of all is the Royal castle that has been the home of the ringmasters. Inside is a throne that had witnessed many events in the land, the same throne where past rulers had sat, the same throne where the late ringmaster had to spend most when she was alive.
Asmodai's eyes move throughout the gold interiors of the throne chamber, the silver chandeliers, the ivory seat, and the magnificent canopy.
"Even the throne looks enticing", he whispers.
" How could you subdue all kingdoms, and be feared of, and seat in power for a long time? I long to see your downfall... Velaris",
