The guard informed her that she had been summoned to the throne hall, and soon, she found herself being escorted through the grand corridors of the mansion. Four guards flanked her, their armour polished and gleaming as they guided her forward. Her heart raced, but as she walked, her eyes took in her surroundings, unable to ignore the grandeur of the place.
The mansion was immaculate—every detail perfectly in place, exuding an air of quiet luxury. The polished stone floors reflected the soft glow of the chandeliers above, their crystals catching the light and casting a delicate shimmer throughout the corridor. The walls were adorned with rich tapestries in deep hues of crimson and gold, depicting regal scenes of kings, queens, and noble families, their faces stern and dignified.
Archways soared above, supported by elegant columns carved with intricate patterns, the stonework flawless and gleaming. Between each arch, large windows draped in velvet curtains let in faint streams of sunlight, adding warmth to the otherwise cool atmosphere. The air was fresh and crisp, smelling faintly of polished wood and faint perfume—evidence of the meticulous care taken in maintaining the place.
Along the walls, paintings of landscapes and noble figures lined the corridor, each framed in gilded wood. The figures in the portraits seemed to watch as she passed, their expressions proud and distant. She could feel the weight of the mansion's history around her, the luxury of the décor and the pristine condition of the place making her feel out of place.
Everything about the mansion spoke of wealth and power, from the detailed mosaic tiles underfoot to the grand chandeliers that illuminated the way. It was a place where every corner seemed to reflect the affluence of its occupants, but it also held an air of coldness, as though beauty and grandeur masked something darker beneath.
Her heart quickened as they neared the end of the corridor. A set of massive, ornately carved doors awaited her, their surface etched with symbols of wolves and moonlit landscapes. They stood tall and imposing, the gateway to whatever awaited her beyond.