Prince Zeran's room which was on the third floor of the Mirstone Suite was simple yet luxurious. It was strange how two words that were polar opposites could be used together, but that was the perfect definition of Prince Zeran's room.
Polished blackstone walls flower glowed faintly with golden runes, casting a soft light across the space. A large desk of dark wood sat at the center, neat and organized, with a glowing orb and perfectly scattered scrolls resting on its surface.
A high-backed crimson chair stood behind the desk, while a massive window to the left offered a view of the Obsidian Pillar and the glowing rivers of Azgul Fortress. Shelves lines the opposite wall, filled with worn books and scrolls, and a single painting above them depicted the image of a sun across a desert.
The faint scent of burnt spices lingered in the air, it was subtle but ever-present, matching the quiet yet undeniable authority the room exuded.
