seonghwa's heart thumps against his chest as the cracking flames of a fire casts its gentle glow onto his perfectly sculptured face. he tried to focus on the serene cracking sound that he found so hypnotic, distract himself even for a minute from the overwhelming feeling of madness and wrath that took control over him.

his purple eyes flutter shut in hopes of getting any type of relief, but there seems to be non as all he could think of is the iron throne - the one that rightfully belonged to him.