With a sigh of satisfaction, Mara leaned back against the soft, ornate throne. The red velvet felt decadent against her skin, a fitting contrast to the cool, calculated glint in her eyes. The gold trim of the throne seemed to mirror the golden gleam of her necklace, the centerpiece of which was a large, shimmering aquamarine. The room was bathed in the soft glow of early morning light filtering through the tall, arched windows.

"Finally," I stretched languidly, a smirk playing on my lips, "Everything is as it should be. This throne suits me