The being on the throne turned its face slowly toward him, its gaze unseen yet palpable, staring at Aaron with an intensity that pierced straight through to his core. Aaron felt his heart skip a beat, a cold, primal grip of fear clutching tightly at him, his body tensing involuntarily as if facing an ancient, unfathomable predator from the dawn of existence.
After a tense while, the initial wave of terror began to ebb away gradually, and Aaron felt a strange calm washing over him like a soothing tide, realizing deep in his instincts that the being harbored no ill intent against him, its presence shifting from threatening to almost paternal, protective even.
