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located in The Room of Thrones, a part of Althaea, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Room of Thrones

In the heart of the palace is the Room of Thrones. This is where the God-Queen receives the Magistrates in order to process business.


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Character Portrait: Sarene Iracot Character Portrait: Calor Elohan
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There was not even a whisper of sound. The breeze did not blow, the birds did not sing, and not a single footstep reverberated against the marble walls of the throne room. A gaze the color of turquoise looked down below her at the image of her birth. After a moment, she swept her gaze onto her hand which rested on the black marble throne.

It was white as snow with nails painted red, the color of blood and life. The dressers had painted all of her skin white until it held it own luminosity, glittering in the sun light which poured in from the open archways of the room. Her was braided in minuscule and intricate braids as if each hair had been braided separately. It was dyed red too, and the paint around her eyes and lips matched as well.

White and Red. Purity and Life.

The meaning was not lost on Sarene Iracot; the God-Queen of Iracot and all of Viridian.

She moved on the throne, shifting her weight on the uncomfortable chair. The black silks the dressers had adorned her in did nothing to hide the body beneath. They accentuated on her sexuality and did little to give Sarene privacy of her own body; a body that did not belong to her but to her people.

"Calor," Sarene called out into the room. Her tone was quiet, yet powerful and demanding. The goddess reached at her throat and fingered the elaborate silver-cuff there. It was heavy and cut into her flesh. The jewels in her hair were heavy, too. It pulled the strands and made her entire scalp itch as if every ant in Viridian took nest in it.

Restraining herself from fidgeting, Sarene prostrated herself in the throne, spine rod-straight and ridged and her arms flush against the armrests. Her eyes were the only things that moved on her body as she awaited her Dragoon Knight.