The Main Palace was enveloped in an unusual tranquility that afternoon, sunlight cascading through its high arched windows like molten gold.
In the eastern wing of the palace's main hall lay a lounge that was anything but ordinary.
This space, crafted with the same meticulous attention as the council chambers and war room, radiated comfort and elegance.
The floor gleamed with a seamless expanse of black marble veined with silver, polished to a mirror-like finish.
Above them, the ceiling soared into ribbed vaults of pale stone, each panel intricately adorned with shimmering gold filigree that danced in the light whenever one moved beneath it.
A collection of plush sectional sofas upholstered in rich crimson formed a welcoming half-circle around a low table made of tempered glass and brushed steel, its design so sleek it appeared to float above its base, imported from skilled artisans on the Zephyria Continent.
