Stability
Solomon walked with a confident stride as he crossed the grand hall of Vladimir's estate. His boot echoed off the cold marble floors with each step he took.
Previously, he couldn't see it but now that he knew the truth, it was unmistakable. The building held a regal air of opulence with open displays of wealth but he could see now that it was a sham. A show put on to turn away attention.
He followed his escort who led him through the winding hallways and into the estate's inner sanctum, the outdoor garden.
Though it was located at the center of Vladimir's estate, the garden was an oasis of eerie calm, with an odd serenity that was unsettling in its beauty. The moonlight filtered down through the open ceiling, casting silver beams over the carefully manicured plants.