Royal blue coats with crimson red and gold outlines walk empty inside the great hall.
Stepping forward on the velvety lilac purple carpet an ornate great gate is blocking the next room.
After a bit it starts to slowly open up to reveal a throne room, only spoken about in ancient legends.
The throne lay empty, craving another greedy soul. Faking lifelessness its golden ornaments and engravings glimmer softly, tying together the whole royal appeal of the room.
Blood boils in eagerness, tears fall woth joy, heart pounds with excitement, mind fill with doubt...
What seems to be too good to be true, usually is...
Royal allure left behind for others to enjoy and misuse.