Dawn filtered through the silk curtains of the master chamber in the De Gror townhouse, painting golden patterns across furnishings that balanced noble opulence with practical functionality. The room was a study in contradictions—a massive four-poster bed with imperial silk sheets dominated the center, yet its wooden frame contained hidden compartments for weapons. Crystal decanters caught the morning light, their contents not fine wines but alchemical mixtures designed for rapid healing. Ancient tapestries depicting the founding of the Solarian Empire concealed wardstones that maintained powerful protective enchantments.
It was a space designed for both luxury and survival—much like its current occupant.
