Igma💙;
I cannot sit.
The throne behind me feels wrong.
It's too large… Too heavy and too… intimidating. Like it's waiting for me to fail so it can swallow me whole.
Not once did I ever think a time would come when I'd have to sit on it. Since King Wilhelm made me the kingdom's stand in ruller, I never let myself sit on the throne. I couldn't dare.
I can't even bring myself to stare at it for long. It's a fucking burden on my shoulder, and I'm eagerly waiting for King Wilhelm to return and take this burden off me.
However, the throne right now, as impending as it seems, is the least of my worries.
I pace back and forth across the throne room with my boots padding a bit too loudly against the floor, and my heart thudding much louder.
Every step sends a tremor up my legs, but stopping feels worse. If I stop, I might spiral again, and for Howleroot's sake, I have to keep it together.
