C474 LOVE AMIDST THE RUINS

"Is it truly over, Damon? Does the law die with the chair?" Elara stood in the center of the Great Hall, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. The liquid gold of the melted throne crept across the floor like a slow, glowing river, moving around her boots. The heat in the room was immense, yet she did not move. Her hands, still humming with the remnant of her blue fire