And they had still been here when she came down to the throne room.

At last he stood before the door of the throne room.

He had not been dead when she left the throne room.

A throne room was no place for meeting old friends.

God knew what he sat and read in the throne room for hours on end!

They were all still talking back there in the throne room.

"What were the two of you doing in the throne room at that hour?"

Or did she, in fact, actually want the throne room?

The whole throne room was exactly as I had left it a moment before.

This time the door of the throne room stood wide.