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THRONEWORLD
Throneworld was gargantuan and sinful.
The corridors pristine, white and marbled, water trickling down from fountains. Vines curled around stone. Wealth, opulence, resting over Coruscant... and sometimes resting over other places, depending on where Mercy's mood was taking her. It was truly a monument to the victory that gained them the Core. All their victories, yes, but for Mercy it was her victory. The one that brought her onto the Throne.
She was not on it today however.
Instead she was sitting on a cliff, in a climate-controlled micro environment. There was a waterfall, it was trickling down, it made Mercy think of history and her place in it. It made her thoughtful, it was why nobody was allowed in these premises. No matter the power she wielded, the strength she held inside and the authority she had grasped for and conquered. There were moments where Mercy was doubtful of it all.
And to a creature like Mercy doubt was a sickening thing.
She had experienced so little of that in her lifetime.
But watching as the water fell down on the stones below, Mercy could almost feel the doubt trickle away with it.
Finally... some peace in her time.