The night air was frigid within the palace, with an icy wind that penetrated even the thickest cloaks. Prince Raiver and his assistant walked down the long, dimly lit hallways towards the prince's quarters, shivering with each step. The palace was an imposing structure, with richly adorned walls and ceilings that exuded a sense of grandeur and luxury. Every step they took was accompanied by the sound of their footsteps echoing off the marble floors, and the flicker of the torches along the walls cast long shadows behind them.
As they reached the prince's room, they were greeted by a luxurious sight. The furniture was ornate and expensive-looking, with plush velvet cushions and intricate carvings that spoke to the skill and craftsmanship of the artisans who had created them. The walls were adorned with tapestries and paintings depicting scenes of great battles and noble deeds, their vibrant colors and intricate details a testament to the wealth and power of the palace's inhabitants.
