Chapter 44 — The Fractures that Bind
He sat on his wide throne lost in thought. It had a circular base which curved up around him, the seat itself was of an odd porous stone and felt like a soft cushion made of a durable material. The back of the throne rose high into the air and flared outward like a large stone fan and it glistened with veins of different ores.
His head was in his hand, his elbow resting on the arm rest and his thoughts torn between Alisa, his unborn, and Amber. To be suddenly torn made himself rage inside so his internal emotions were fluctuating violently.
He had been steadfast, even against Moas, but for his Alisa and his ancestors to deem his machinations unworthy was a dash of reality he just could not ignore.
Marco was not defeated nor broken, he just needed to reorganize and reassure. This was the worthy cause and the right thing to do.
