Chapter 72 - Etiquette and Good Manners - I
10:00 PM
Glenn walked alone through the palace corridors, his footsteps echoing softly on the polished marble. The silver candelabras adorning the walls cast a warm, flickering light, projecting dancing shadows that seemed to whisper ancient secrets.
Some servants, busy with their tasks, glanced at him out of the corner of their eyes as he passed, noticing that his path led toward the queen's private chambers. There was an air of curiosity and respect in their gazes, but no one dared to question or interrupt his journey.
The castle was a masterpiece of demonic engineering, a blend of elegance and power that defied comprehension. Towering columns, carved with ancient golden runes, supported vaulted ceilings adorned with frescoes depicting tales of past conquests and glories. Stained glass windows filtered the light, creating shimmering patterns that spread across the floor like a living mosaic. Everything there exuded grandeur, but also a certain air of mystery, as if the castle itself were a living being, watching and guarding its secrets.
When Glenn finally reached the doors to Selene's chambers, he paused for a moment.
"Phew... here goes nothing, big guy!" he said, slapping his cheeks twice.
The doors were made of noble wood, reinforced with cast iron details—imposing, almost intimidating. Taking a deep breath, he extended his hand and pushed them open slowly. The sound of creaking hinges echoed down the hallway, and then he saw it.
The opulence of Queen Selene's chambers was overwhelming. The space was so vast it seemed to consume the entire floor, a burst of colors, textures, and lights that challenged the senses. The walls, draped in crimson silk, shimmered under the light of crystal chandeliers that hung from the ceiling like captured stars. The marble floor gleamed, reflecting the endless Persian rugs, their vibrant colors creating a hypnotic contrast with the immaculate white stone.
To the right, an imposing ebony table, adorned with gold details, displayed silverware and crystal glassware, each piece a work of art in itself. To the left, a spacious and airy area, with velvet cushions and gold-threaded upholstered chairs, seemed to invite conversation and etiquette. And at the far end, a carved wooden podium, decorated with ancient runes, stood before a massive mirror—a place dedicated to refining the art of oratory.
Golden runes glimmered faintly on the imposing walls of the room.
As he took his first step inside, an overwhelming pressure hit him like a runaway truck. Glenn groaned softly but endured, unleashing his inner energy to resist. His breathing stabilized, and after a few seconds, he assessed that he had harmonized with the atmosphere, finally entering the queen's chambers.