92 - Get him. Get them.

The glass floor under my hands was completely clear and I broke into a sweat because I felt I was falling. The weight of Father's feet on my back was his reminder to me that I was His heir only on his will. The Crystal Throne looked as though it was suspended, floating, the glass polished every day. The glass it was made of was thick and it was a solid, blocky crystal, with the back and back