'We scarcely have need for money… Ten thousand dollars is a trivial sum for the Valhalla family, and equally insignificant for the Borodino lineage, Chloe… Leyla is now effectively my half-sister, granting her access to her own substantial allowance. This paltry sum will be best directed towards Advika… she is the only one among us with a genuine need for it,' he considered, his footsteps echoing on the stone floor of the castle entrance.
'Regardless, let us expedite this occupation… Though… what in the blazes am I to occupy myself with for these interminable two hours?'
His gaze drifted across the dimly lit, ominously silent hall, and he sighed softly. The sole object that captured his attention was the imposing golden throne situated at the far end of the hall… flanked by two grand staircases leading to the upper levels.
"This is a remarkably… austere throne room," he observed aloud, making his way towards the regal seat and settling into its surprisingly comfortable embrace.
