Moon would not like that.
"Just try it. Please?" yellow-hair says.
voice soft and sweet.
like talking to wounded animal.
like talking to...
like Moon talks to me.
not same.
but similar.
don't like alphas.
don't trust alphas.
but yellow-hair has Moon's trust.
and don't want to cause Moon trouble.
so.
reluctantly rise.
floor creaks beneath weight.
move to throne.
study it.
designs carved in arms.
symbols I cannot understand.
but size is right.
slowly sit.
metal groans but holds.
doesn't break.
first furniture that fits.
strange feeling.
almost... comfortable?
yellow-hair claps hands together.
he is pleased.
"See? Perfect fit! Maybe we can get a few giant throw pillows made. How do you feel about velvet?"
pillows?
