"Where is he… that guy…" Marquis mutters, sitting down on a couch in an almost pristine mansion.
The room is grand, the kind of opulence that makes it easy to forget the world outside.
The parlor alone could rival an entire house with its vast space and luxurious decor. High, vaulted ceilings adorned with elaborate plasterwork tower above, with a grand chandelier dangling at the center, sparkling with countless crystals that catch the light and scatter it across the walls in playful patterns.
Velvet drapes of a rich burgundy color frame tall, arched windows, casting an air of regal dignity over the room.
The polished marble floors gleam under the sunlight that filters through the windows, and the walls are lined with finely carved wooden panels and expensive artworks, depicting scenes of historical grandeur.
