The throne room is large, big enough to fit several banquet rooms within it and have no table touch eachother. In the center stood a throne, imposing on the rest of the room like an omen. A promise withstanding. On the throne, sat a king. Adelio.

He regarded the room with an almost bored expression, not quite zoning out, but not fully attentive either. Enough to make a move should anything happen. The people feared and respected him. If they were for him, he'd protect them fiercely like a lion to it's pack. If they were against him.... safe to say the ones who opposed him were nothing but memories at this point.

everywhere, heads bowed to him.