Kingdom of Ash

Then, the banners of all the Terrasen
territories had hung from the ceiling. Then,
the pale marble floors had been so polished he
could see his reflection in them.
Then, an antler throne had sat upon the
dais, towering and primal. Built from the shed
horns of the immortal stags of Oakwald.
Stags now butchered and burned, as the
antler throne had been after the battle of
Theralis. The king had ordered it done right
on the battlefield.
It was before that empty dais that Lysandra
stood. Staring at the white marble as if she
could see the throne that had once been there.
See the other, smaller thrones that had sat
beside it.
“I hadn’t realized that Adarlan wrecked
this place so thoroughly,” she said, either
scenting him or recognizing the cadence of his
footsteps.