Ten got up, tentatively, holding his hand up and eyed the head. God, he wanted it to stay dead. "Come with me." He tugged Yoongi along silently as he approached the throne, standing in front of it. It was splattered with blood. His father had been impaled on it, a surprise attack. He never stood a chance. The blood almost discoloured the throne these days.

"I've never sat on it before." He thought he would have a chance. "Been fucked on it a lot."