"Enter." Damien's rich baritone says from the other side of the door. One guard steps aside while the other opens the door for her. Once she is in his chamber, the door is closed behind her.
Damien wears another of his black custom-made suits, and stands from the small table at the far corner of the room. There are several priceless works of art adorning the walls and the floor of the room is made of black and white marble, reminiscent of a chessboard.
There is a globe in one corner near the fireplace. On the opposite side of the room there is an ornate leather couch facing a plasma TV hanging upon the wall.
He stands upon seeing her, nodding his head.
"You look beautiful, Lian. That dress agrees with you." Damien says. He is unused to giving compliments to women that have any meaning, unless they are to Morgaine or his mother.
"Will you sit?" he asks, moving around the table to pull out a chair for her.
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