The moment I get myself together and walk through the entrance to the throne room, the whole chit chat atmosphere dies down almost immediately.
There is a sharp sound or a cry from one of the guards and then everyone rises. Or at least, everyone who had been sitting down earlier.
It is the throne room and it does not have that much allocation for many seaters at once. I mean, there is the general throne chair, which is reserved for me, of course. Something which I would never have had if I had not been stubborn like the way that I am now. I mean, the Church would have taken it away or even so, the one who would have been obliged to marry, a man would have been king and I would be second fiddle or something like that, Which is not even possible because of one, I am a guy in the soul, f
