I was nervous, I was nervous I would infuriate my mom, maybe I was her favourite child at the moment but I don’t think I want to be considered anything than that, the way we all stood in front of her as she rested on her throne which seems to be perfectly made for her. The throne chair was made out of pure gold and it reflected her power greatly, it wasn’t too big and it wasn’t too small for her, her figure was represented. The carving looked extraordinary, I was certain the angel with the ability to manipulate metal did it, talking of which? I haven’t properly met my step-father who seem to be from the Metallo family, but I was curious why he wasn’t king, I guess the throne belongs to a particular line of people, it was hierarchical. I felt my mother’s gaze grow on me and I swallowed the
