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PART - I
The corridor was dark, serenely silent accompanied by sparse illumination, a few lanterns hanging above, timidly flickering against the walls. Through the wide passages that blissfully bathed in the nocturnal tranquility, a man walked. His footsteps were hasty, creating a rythmic clicking of boots against the marbled floor, the only sound audible in the ambience other than the soft hymns of the swirling breezes.
The man hastened his pace and took swift turns within the region, a sense of duty engaging his presence, determination and urgency clamped to his demeanor. In his hand he carried a jar, expensive and exquisite, precious glass adorned with intricate designs and other varieties of alluring jewels. He carried the container with care, close to his chest, fingers grasping it with tightness, lest it should slip and fall. He wouldn't dream of letting something like that transpire.
Not when it was a substance of immense value and an object of His Majesty's favourites.
Moments later, the man found himself breathing heavily in front of a massive door, his legs wobbling and about to give way and crash to the floor. Yet, he had an order to execute. Securing the jar with one hand and extended the other towards the door, he knocked upon the wooden surface of the coverage, a gesture of courtesy and of rich behavior, and when he heard a short 'come in' from within, he gently pushed the door open and allowed his feet to carry him into the extravagance of the interior.
The chamber indoors was a coruscating view of luxury, a prominent image of a life basking in opulence. The room was vast and voluminous, with extraordinary carvings all across the ceiling, wide tapestries and multiple covers carrying the richness of crimson mingled with the depths of burgundy, the vast windows veiled by the incarnadine coverages of silk and satin. The aureate walls shone softly under the warm glow of the candles, exhibiting murals and portraits and several other pieces of land and foreign origins. The room was embraced with a soft scent, a sweet fragrance that pleases the system and rests the soul in a solace, or arises a surge of desire and longing, a temptation to venture deeper, saccharine and sensual.
The man slowly walked over to the enormous bed, an expansive stretch of a canopy over it, supported by four bedposts, all draped by sheer curtains of pale pink and white. The covers were scarlet, rich wine red with a delicious aroma emitting from the surface. He slowly placed the jar upon a small table situated by the bedside and paused for a while. And then, he proceded to raise his sight and make it settle upon the large mirror by the western wall of the chamber, a table with a chest of drawers and a chair in front of it.
The surface of the table was littered with a plethora of substances, haphazardly strew across the wooden expanse. From items of cosmetics to several types of brushes, paints, lipsticks including expensive oils and other precious products of skincare were preserved in bottles and jars and small pouches, some even without the covers, just left about in a careless manner. The man's eyes weren't upon the objects.
