"Please wait here for a moment, Your Excellencies, have some tea and snacks. The Tsar is meeting with the French chargé d'affaires, and when everything is concluded, someone will inform you."
The court attendant placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly to Earl of Dalmoor and the others, then turned around, holding his sword as he strode out of the Winter Palace's lounge with his head held high.
Arthur looked up, examining the spacious hall. The ceiling was extremely high, and the exquisitely carved golden decorations complemented the deep blue wallpaper. In the center of the ceiling hung a massive crystal chandelier, its light cascading down, seemingly turning the entire space into a golden dreamscape.
From the murals hanging on the walls, one could easily discern the Tsar's aesthetic preferences. Besides the ubiquitous portraits, the most common scenes depicted were of battles.
