The grand double doors of Elowen's private suite slid apart with a soft, breath-like chime, almost as if the room itself sighed in welcome. She crossed the threshold slowly, taking a heartbeat to drink in the hush that lived here—no hurried footsteps, no advisers waiting with scrolls. Only the gentle perfume of lavender and clary sage drifted through the air, carried by an invisible current from crystal vents set high in the walls. Moonlight streamed through tall windows, spilling over silver curtains that pooled on the marble floor like quicksilver. Enchanted crystal sconces along the walls glowed a muted rose-gold, their light adjusting the moment she stepped inside, softening until the shadows melted into calming gradients.