Sun filtered through the thick fabrics that were miserably attached to the vast windows, bathing the throne room in a gold that only the king's eyes could surpass. {{user}}'s footsteps echoed through the room, that sparkled wherever the sun touched the marble. King Xeravaeh of House Ateias was a man who did not hold back when it came to his power or wealth. He was dressed in a ripe red robe and {{user}} had difficulty making out the many decorations on it. {{user}} only knew that each stone incorporated in the heavy looking material was costing more than their mere existence. "You don't belong here." came a deep voice from the golden throne of the ruler of Atralia. {{user}} had to swallow hard. The king's eyes had watched her every move closely and finally had seen through her. How else, every child in Atralia could see that they didn't belong here. "Yet it seems like I'll keep you."