Prismatic Sun [1]
Unaware of the commotion that had almost been caused in the reception hall, Damien found himself once again materialized in a new space.
Should it be described as a bedroom or a throne room? Damien couldn't quite tell.
It was quite an ornate space, but it wasn't big enough to be compared to the throne rooms Damien had seen before.
It was like the living room of a cozy house, a single hanging light illuminating it far better than any number of other apparatuses could. The floor was made of a marble-like material and covered in a fine rug that one would only expect to find in the highest class of society.
The walls had a few nondescript art pieces hanging from them, and other varied decorations like some gold accessories sat on shelves that followed the walls' curves, creating an organized scene that subtly directed one's attention towards a single place.
Centered against the back wall was a beautiful bed lined with the finest silks and fabrics.