Stepping through the ornate doors, Daniel found himself in the opulent expanse of the Kremlin Palace's audience hall. The room was a symphony of grandeur, adorned with intricate golden filigree, majestic tapestries depicting historical scenes, and towering marble columns that seemed to touch the heavens. Sunlight streamed through stained glass windows, casting vibrant hues across the polished marble floor. The air was rich with a sense of history and power, the very essence of the Russian monarchy.
At the far end of the hall, atop a dais, sat Tsar Dimitri Romanov on his resplendent throne. Clad in regal attire that spoke of tradition and authority, he exuded an air of dignified gravitas. His piercing gaze held a mixture of curiosity and scrutiny as he regarded Daniel, a visitor from the Vatican, a very talented and young Paladin who had great future prospects. Silver streaks adorned his dark hair, a testament to both age and wisdom.