Daily Prompt: escaped

From Protector of the Grey House:

Vincent looked about the room and understood that the plan was being executed tonight. It was earlier than he and his Lieutenants had anticipated, but that was fine by him. There were about twenty people gathered in the meeting room. He recognized four of his Lieutenants, three who leaned against a wall, each with one of their own Sergeants. The rest of the group, new vampires by their attitudes and look, were gathered at his throne, which Morgan sat on. There was a reason it was the only piece of furniture in the room, and it wasn’t for guests to enjoy. A low growl escaped Vincent’s throat.

He bought the throne long ago in China. The armrests were dragons, the right open mouthed, the left closed. The feet were claws and the cushions were red silk. It had a high back and was made of oak. It cost him a lot of money, but it had been worth it. He enjoyed sitting in the throne so much that he had his people move it back and forth between the training room and his larger meeting room, depending on where it was needed most. Joseph and Owen moved it into the meeting room days ago. It was his throne; no one was allowed to use it.

And now Morgan was defiling it.

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