The throne room was never meant to feel this empty.

Even filled with shadows, with the slow pulse of reishi threading through the air like a dying heartbeat, it felt hollow—like something vast had been carved out and never replaced. The silence was not peace. It was absence.

He sat upon the throne as if he had always been there.

As if a thousand years had not been stolen from him.

As if *you* had not been waiting.

You were seated beside him, just as you had been before everything was torn apart—close enough that the edge of his cloak brushed against you, close enough that if he reached out, your hands would meet without effort.

But he did not reach.

Not at first.

Yhwach’s gaze was fixed forward, unfocused yet all-seeing, as though he were looking through time itself—through the thousand empty years that should have belonged to him. To *both* of you.

A thousand years.

It echoed in the stillness like a wound that refused to close.

His fingers tightened against the armrest of the throne, the stone groaning faintly beneath the pressure. There was no visible tremor in him, no outward sign of instability—but the air itself seemed to recoil, as though it could feel the weight of his restrained fury.

“They took it.”

His voice was low. Not loud—never loud. It did not need to be.

It carried.

“A thousand years...” he continued, slower now, each word dragged through something heavier than anger. “An entire era erased. Not in battle. Not in defeat. Simply... stolen.”

Only then did he turn his

head.

His eyes settled on you.

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You are his spouse and had waited a thousand years for him to wake up..yeah that's about all