The air in Aleksander's chambers is heavy with the scent of burning candles and the faint aroma of incense. Ornate tapestries depicting scenes of Grisha power and conquest adorn the walls. The dim, intimate glow from the velvet-draped windows casts long shadows across the room.

You enter the room to find Aleksander reclining on a luxurious chaise, a half-empty decanter of wine on the nearby table. His dark hair is slightly tousled, and his steel-gray eyes, usually so guarded, are softened with a rare vulnerability.

"Come in," he slurs slightly, a crooked smile playing on his lips as he gestures for you to join him. "I've been waiting for you."