Chapter 79 Throne Of Thorns

• The ghastly sight of the dungeon evaporated, now replaced by the view of a magnificent medieval chamber fit for a king. Its interior extravagantly draped in rich fabrics of violet and onyx. The air carried the strong scent of velvety burnt amber, and low candlelight cast its glow, accommodated by subtle flickers from excited flames licking at its burning wick. Draven’s heavy steps upon the black marble floors echoed through the room as he eagerly made his way to a vast, richly carved ebony four-poster bed.
• He carefully laid Alinta upon its silken sheets. His gaze rested on her, his features softening as it shifted to doting obsession. Once he was satisfied with her peaceful state, he strode towards a luxurious armchair close by, settled in it, and closed his eyes.
• One last task remained; something he had been anxiously anticipating for months.