Renald
At last, we stopped before a massive curtain veiling the entrance to a spacious room.
Unlike the others, this barrier exuded an air of opulence. Deep burgundy velvet embroidered with golden threads wove into intricate patterns that seemed almost hypnotic. Embedded gemstones glittered among the threads, catching the light and shimmering like something alive. Along the hem, barely noticeable, was delicate embroidery depicting hunting scenes—lions tearing into prey, eagles plunging talons into flesh. Symbols of power, dominance, suppression. Every detail screamed the status of whoever was inside.
I ran my fingers over the fabric, feeling the smoothness of the stones beneath my fingertips. Even here, the craving for domination was tangible—ostentatious luxury wrapped in something twisted. I shuddered but forced myself to remain composed.
