Chapter Nineteen.
Fitz sat upon his throne; his body covered in the traditional golden armour of the king. The sides of his white hair were pulled back a small man bun, the long lengths hanging to just beyond his shoulders sat under the golden crown. The usual small golden beads in his beard and hair, were now, black onyx, an eery omen of what was about to transpire. His hands clasped the arms of the Ice Throne, the glittering large diamond of the king’s ring, caught in the light through the long, arched windows that spanned the length of the throne room, causing rainbow prisms to reflect from it. A golden handled sword, forged from pure silver, by Queen Juliette of the Fae, herself, was strapped to his side, sheathed in thick leather, to protect him from the burn of the dangerous metal.
