The carved wooden doors yield to the pressure you put on them, opening soundlessly on heavy brass hinges. Within the room, a great many lavish and beautifully crafted objects sit in various positions about the meticulously clean room. A lounge, velveted in red and crimson rimmed neatly by gilt trim sits before a huge fireplace, its mantle golden as well, glinting in the light of the flames. To the far wall, a massive canopy bed, its silk covers as dying sun red as the lounge. Gathered ruffles about the top of the canopy slide down mahogany posters, polished to a sheen. Something odd also occurs to you. The mirrors. There are a great many mirrors, some small, some large. Oval, sqaure frame by wood, metal and even one framed entirely in moon hued dragon scale.
What a layout...the only conclusion to be drawn is that you've stumbled upon the King's private chambers. You wince slightly at this realization, noting you'd promptly give anyone poking around in your room an earful. What if you get caught?
Explore Some More. What's He Going to Do? Turn you into a Butterfly?