The throne room was rearranged twice for Pebble’s comfort.
Neither arrangement was satisfactory.
During a long audience, Pebble became bored, then restless, then decisive. She seized a cushion from one of the ceremonial chairs and ran.
The chair toppled.
The court gasped.
Guards hesitated, unsure whether to pursue the cushion or preserve dignity.
Mohg watched Pebble disappear down the hall and shrugged.
He stepped off the throne and sat on the floor.
The audience continued.
Several nobles followed his example, though less gracefully. Someone took notes from the steps. Someone else leaned against a pillar.
Pebble returned later, triumphant, dragging the cushion behind her. She dropped it beside Mohg and lay down.
The chair was never repaired.
The floor became acceptable seating.
