"He was a man with many riches and many estates which he owns in various places to see. In his estate, there were hundreds of doors, many of them that were locked, many that held his deep and darkest secrets, and doors that would be forbidden for yo...
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Warm sunlight piercing through the windows, forming golden curtains as they fall against the grey walls and dark beige floors during late afternoons.
The air that carries with it the salty scent of sea, which grows stale and humid as you walk down the dark hallways, or when you venture through the quarters located on the lower ground of the main palace.
Cold breeze brushes against your skin as you pass through the connecting halls between the main palace and your private quarters at the West Tower. A complete contrast to the warmth within your bedchamber which seems endless, welcoming you like a warm hug upon your return from your long day.
