Nathalie was in her private quarters—quite grand and large for such a place to be called—with enameled gold linings on the base and the corner of the ceilings with intricate designs carved into the remaining space.
'This is too grandiose for a quarter, no different from our private chambers at Starbrooke Castle,' she thought, sighing deep from what she witnessed. 'Not that I'm surprised with the only Imperial Palace towering every aesthetic therein.'
Marveled, she stared at every piece of furniture, organized and radiated off such luxury, and a part of her became too hesitant to take a seat, especially the couch with a cozy velvet white wrapped on it.
Her trance soon fell short when Ashtra chimed to her side with a slight lean.
"Would you prefer standing all day?"
With her eyebrows creased, she retorted, [I don't, thank you very much.]
