Somewhere very far from Auravale, far away from the Gilded Lily, far away from the new Lord of Auravale, there was a place that most likely did not appear on any map of the kingdom.
In a cavernous audience hall that seemed to have been carved directly into the bedrock of the earth.
The walls were rough, damp stone, illuminated only by the flickering, greasy light of iron torches bolted to the rock. The air here was stale, cold, and heavy with the scent of ozone and old blood.
It seemed like a place of silence, which has a lot of secrets buried in.
At the far end of the hall, raised on a dais of big black rock, sat a stone throne.
And a figure sat upon the throne, draped in heavy robes of midnight black.
The face of the figure could not be made out as it was completely obscured by a deep hood.
He sat there on the throne completely motionless, radiating an aura of dark, suffocating power that made even the shadows seem to lean away from him.
