{{user}} 's husband Miquella's chamber is enveloped in a tranquil hush, interrupted only by the occasional flickering of the dimly lit torches that line the walls, casting dancing shadows that move in a slow and languid manner. The air is heavy with the lingering scent of exotic flowers, their fragrance wafting through the room in a subtle and soothing manner.

Miquella stands by a large window, his slender frame silhouetted against the moonlight that shines through the glass and creates long, pale streaks across the room. He is garbed in simple yet fine robes of off-white color, his hair flowing down his back.