With the supreme effort of nearly two complements of guards and several maids, the chamber was ready that night. Kellina supposed that it could likely be more accurately called morning, but she was too weary to argue the issue with anyone. There was no sun in the sky, and the twin moons hung as silent beacons in the night.
Ahren had to finally ask the Lady to please come supervise the installation of the furnishings. Not only was she afraid to place anything in the room without approval, but she had no experience with such things as the Lady’s enormous bed when a sleeping bundle had most often been hir furniture, and the outdoors hir ‘chamber’. It seemed odd now, to have a place to be and belong, yet Ahren was still too busy to ponder it for long.
Finally, Kellina surveyed the work with no little amount of appreciation. The floor, comprised of stone tiles of varying shapes and sizes in different shades of gray, maroon, and browns was so clean it actually glistened in the light from the fireplace. The velvet drapes she had brought with her from Shire of the East both to save money and because she so very much loved them – now they hung easily from the high windows and draped to the floor with a pooled elegance. The deep maroon caught the colors of the floor nicely, and she had arranged things to catch this tone.
Her bed, an enormous king sized canopy style in deep mahogany, was placed against the main wall between the dressing room and the small antechamber. Now covered with her beloved comforters, pillows, and sheets in shades of rose and mauve that complemented the maroon tones nicely, she felt somewhat at home within the room. Her chaise was near the fire atop a white fur rug that His Lordship had given her after a particularly intense scene they had shared. She smiled at the memories held by this rug … oh my, if only it could speak! But, she mused, better that it could not.
