Joe could see that the hallway he was in extended far on either side he turned to. Morrigan took him to the left side first.
There weren't that many doors that they passed by in the hallway. It was silent, and all Joe could hear was Morrigan's boots clicking on the cold floor, his hands plopping against the ground, and his shoes sliding behind. The hallway made a right turn and led them to the kitchen. It was big but almost empty. There was no one in there at the time.
"As you can obviously see, this is our kitchen." Morrigan explained. "Our cooks don't cook often, and they're often found moping along in their rooms."
Joe didn't speak.
(Morrigan continued her tour around the castle, showing Joe the garden in the back, the moat around the castle, the library, and the dining room. Joe's hands grew weary as he was forced to crawl through the whole tour. He was quite embarassed to be seen by a few women that were walking around.
They headed to the throne room.)
It was a long tour. Joe could barely crawl anymore. But he managed to reach the end of the tour when they reached the throne room. He examined the room.
The ceiling was high, where the curtains were perched. An enormous chandelier was hung at the center of the ceiling. There were long stained glass windows along the walls. The middle of the spacious room was a red carpet that stretched from the tall wooden door at the end of the room to the opposite side of the room, where the throne was. There were three steps in front of the throne and two poles on the sides that held candles at the top. The throne was tall and golden, with space underneath.
"Here we are. The throne room." Morrigan said. She went to sit down, dragging Joe along with her.
Joe sat down right in front of Morrigan. She smiled and sighed as she put her feet on Joe's shoulder with one foot over the other.
"Ahh....Perfect. You'll be an excellent footstool." she said. Joe sat still, hiding his excitement.
"Now, since you're here, I can comfortably do my job." she said. "Now, put your head up for me."
Joe lifted his chin so that he was looking up at the ceiling. Then she placed her booted feet on his face.
"Don't just sit there!" she snapped. "I want my boots cleaned while I'm doing this."
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