The king sat on his throne of seven stars, and right beside him, a throne much smaller and grand sat his father—dressed like he tried so hard to rival him in looks. Malachi leaned boredly on his throne as the party started right after people began entering and bowing before his throne in greeting. Before he knew it, the hall was already crowded with people—some he recognized and some he never wished to be acquainted with.
Malachi stared sadly at the smaller throne where his mother should have been seated by his right to be the Lady of the event and to support him in a way. If not for the monster by his left, there was no reason for her to miss this year's Moon God celebration as well. He loved his mom so much that he wouldn't risk her safety just because she could come and dance and wine among strangers.
