Eliana poured all her munificence into her deed, yet the amount of coins never diminished. The dose of surprise didn't take the ground away from beneath her feet, nor did the sky come crashing down on her head. A chest of infinity—the unlimited wealth—as could be expected from a God.
Hades did a disappearing act upon the accomplishment of his purpose. The journey continued; many cliffs plunged to the valleys, and smooth terrains stretched for miles, until they reached the highest venerable place, the peak, an elevation of twenty thousand meters.
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Darkness descended, putting everything under its unending blanket. Puffy clouds with irregular shapes and edges—somewhat similar to the pieces of cottons torn apart from bales—hung just above the ground. The airborne cushy puffballs could be kneaded effortlessly by pedestrians, as they roamed freely akin to the vagabond youngsters. The full moon shone ever so brightly in the heart of the sky, removing the blackness from surrounding and every living being's soul with its beauty and kind presence.
Eliana slammed her butt on the king-size bed, causing the perfectly made bed to minusculely crumple under her weight. Her back followed the suit, and hit the vermilion bedcover that embellished the white bed a tenth of a second later.
An epic painting stretched across the flat ceiling. She couldn't help absorbing its beauty; a tall, full-bosomed female was lying supine on the grass bed under the canopy of the moonlit blue yonder.
Her upper-half was elaborated with the meticulous strokes of brush, and the lower half was silhouetted against light for the ornamental weeping cherry tree with its drooping, heavy blossoms was leaning over her.
A swarm of fireflies was levitating over a dense growth of shrubbery, producing a greenish luminescence. A few butterflies perched upon the full blossoms. The gentle breeze carried the melody, flowing out of her slightly parted lips.
'A great aesthetic pleasure for eyes..." Eliana crooned, taking delight.
The masterpiece spoke its silent tongue, for the artist indisputably poured all the emotions, the essence of his heart, that directly tumbled out of his soul into this artwork. It was Hades, and she had the cognizance, for he painted a good few times before her eyes in the academic tournaments of art back in time.
'But, this scenery seems oddly familiar..." She tried to surf through her chaotic jumbles of remembrance. A few seconds invested into it, and it clicked on her!
There was an uncanny resemblance between the scenery in the painting and the backyard of her dormitory in the Academy of Divine Brilliance. It was no carbon copy. However, it had to be inspired from the dorm's precinct with just enough substitute. Had Hades been to the female dormitory before? Well, it couldn't be any shocker on the basis he had a plethora of adult females fangirling over him there.
Eliana felt a dull scratch on her heart, like a soft baby with its neatly clipped nails and supple finger-tips trying to scrape her on the palms. A vague memory effaced over the course of years tried to resurface. Something—a tiny dot of light in the vast ocean of darkness—told her it was her in the painting! Then again, she loved lying on the earthen floor under the full moon, and would do so whenever circumstances permitted her. Therefore, it wasn't worth straining her brain cells over.
Eliana went down an acrid spiral into her memory, and reminisced how Hades would wear a grimace of disgust whenever her 'the then' lover would address her as the princess of the gold palace. According to him, the king of kings, the emperor, who reigned supreme over all others, Venomblood's royal palace was nothing but over-decorated and meaninglessly grandiose!
Hades would poke fun at her for the gold gilding on her palace's walls was prone to chipping and cracking over a period of time! Eliana found herself twitching her lips. So what if they cracked? The main material was chemically inert, implying it would never rust, instead, maintain its polish for millennia.
Moreover, it was hard to imagine anyone who wouldn't want to sleep in their gold palace given half a chance! Well, except this high grade dragon!
"Hmph! Yours is so simple that it can't even be called a palace!" Eliana commented, giving her eyes a tour of inspection on the interior of her matrimonial bedchamber.
The right corner featured a set of prussian blue couches. Upholstered cushions atop a gold base, came with a glass-made center table with the same gold frame. The throw pillows had different shades and tints of red, blue and grey combined with sophisticated design. A rectangular rug with the floral designs and splatters of various hues, adroitly woven into it had been laden beneath the legs of the sofa. Richly luxurious and expensive softness to rest one's naked feet on.
The L-shaped sofa, attached to the walls, had a glass wall on one side, and solid wall on the other side. The courtyard, and then the distant mountain that crowned several wild trees which formed unshapely mass of silhouettes against the silver bright sky--both could be seen from the room. This floor to ceiling windows ran the full length of the east side of the room. The design allowed a deluge of light and airflow to travel between the two spaces. The curtains hang heavy at the sides, ready to block the moonbeams and dip the room into moody shades of darkness.
Across the bed, the southern wall incorporated a tall mirror, a floor-to-ceiling, gold-framed cut, without taking up any space; and a curvaceous accent chair paired it just well. Purple, the chair's color put a colorful twist on the whitish airy space. Four orb pendant lights casting white luminescence were dangling from gold chains in front of the mirror. The west side of that southern wall had a door that led to the living room.
As for the western wall, it had been constructed with an imperishable metal like the rest of the palace, and painted pure white. From the discourse of her new handmaids a few minutes back, she picked up that it had been renovated. Initially, there was a set of glass walls that divided the main bedchamber from the adjoined room. A walk-in-closet. Later, Hades felt it overwhelmed the private space, and ordered reconstruction. He relocated the access to this 'clothes room' from the living room.
Then, Mr. Lord summoned a reach-in-closet and situated it on the accent mural wall, which embraced a piece of fine art. The pop of dark green color in the artwork served as a great contrast to the white wall. Not only did it add a bit of culture to the minimalist bedroom scheme, but also bumped up the luxe factor.
The closet was sporting all of Hades necessary garments here! He even put some thirty-forty nightwears for her in it beside his!
Had it been a century back, the arrangement would be deemed as totally out of picture to her. Wingland advocated strictly monogamous marriages, and spouses wouldn't have separate bedchambers, but their nuptial room to share a lifetime together with. All her brothers shared armoires with their wives and stored their accouterments together. However, Hades had both a harem and separate bedroom, actually... a separate wing all together! So, why in the devil would he need to place his clothes in her room?!