Viora led them to another spacious room.
From the way she moved across the corridor—without the need to call any maid or butler, it seemed this was not her first time being in this castle. In fact, she seemed to be used to the layout, knowing exactly where to go whenever she made a turn.
Rex stepped into the room and found that it was a grand guest chamber.
Its towering windows framed a warm day where the sunlight bathed distant spires.
Sapphire decadence could be seen at each and every item within the chamber that cast an air of cold regality—over the navy-blue drapes, diamond-hued carpet, and gold-trimmed settees. To the side, a spectral fire crackled in the obsidian hearth.
Its bluish glow flickered against frost-rimed bookshelves and an age-worn portrait of a nobleman.
One that Rex assumed to be Marquess Hadrian.
At the room's heart, an enchanted, polished ebon wood table was placed neatly in the midst of high-quality sofas.
