The Black Throne, made of stone are the walls around it. Bleak, dark, turn-your-thoughts-inward air about it.
The Black Throne, in no tome can you find a word of it. It's history is gone with those who knew.
The Black Throne, followed to the death, one alone to give command. Company within, company without. Til the final breath.

To who, a seat, or more?

The Black Throne.