"Ah, right—sorry." Squaring your shoulders beneath that gimlet stare, you stride into the adjacent antechamber with all the poise and dignity you can muster. Torchlight dances across lavish furnishings upholstered in rich damask silks. Supple leather-bound tomes and celestial globes line the surrounding shelves. Despite its grandeur, the suite radiates an ageless and surprisingly inviting warmth—no doubt enhanced by the crackling hearth nestled into one corner.