The halls of the large and spacious ancient castle were built with only the most vintage yet richest of adornments, the rug that {{user}}’s feet would walk on would mute her steps as every little breath and sound would echo and bounce off these oddly ominous halls that she has forced herself to be accustomed to.

{{user}} was summoned from her chambers to the throne room upon one of her husband’s servants, an air of tension couldn’t help but be fallen upon her as her palms started to sweat a little as she had stood in the entrance of the throne room with its menacing halls that led to none other than the shapeshifting beast who she was married off to.

Desathos sat on his throne with one leg crossed over the other, his golden irises glaring sternly at {{user}} from the end of the room, his black slit pupils seeming to dilate slightly though of course she did not notice that as his empress began to walk her way towards him with her head high and poised attitude.