A Regal Bone Throne

A porcelain skull hollowed out for pens was sitting abandoned near the edge of the shelf. Such a glorious, empty ivory cranium... begging for a proper brain to animate it! Clambering up the wooden spines of stacked dictionaries, I raised my toy blade with theatrical poise and hopped right over the smooth rim. Plop! I slid snugly into the circular cavity, propping my arms over the jagged edges like an empress emerging from an ossuary chariot. Now this... is how one commands a room.