They were unable to see Navia's balcony from where they were, but it was still interesting for Théadan to look and try to guess what rooms were which, he could even see someone on one of the second floor balconies looking down at the markets who seemed to be just enjoying the view. He would have to do the same once they had a chance to breathe and relax in Navia's room for a little while. She continued to explain more about how the palace was laid out, her eyes scrutinizing the palace, Théadan could see her trying to recall it all from memory, and hoped not much will have changed for her during her time away. For him however, he had to try and picture it from her descriptions for the moment. The Khluri seemed to use bright colours to decorate, so he tried to imagine the interior to be much like that, but it would still be a good deal different from the places they had been previously, royalty always demanded nothing but the best.<br/><br/>Navia brought them to a halt for a moment as a cart passed by in front of them, she described what the front area of the palace would be like, it was meant to receive and welcome guests, entertain and provide for them. Théadan listened, imagining these would have all been areas he would have seen had his family and country decided to treat their neighbours as equals rather than warring them. There was no surprise to hear the top floor was entirely the King and Queens, he doubted he would get to see the view from up there, but Théadan was certain the one from Navia's room would still be beautiful in comparison. She gave a little bit of her own history growing up on the third floor of the palace with her brothers, and how they all had their own chambers, which only changed once they were married.<br/><br/>With Devam being talked about, Théadan watched Navia more closely, he had been given his own chambers in there by Kazim when it was only meant for family, that alone spoke volumes of just how much Devam had meant Kazim. Navia had chosen to move back into her own chambers, being neighbours with Sainan, and that was where she planned for them to live until they were able to find a place of their own. She was sweet to offer him choice however, suggesting if he was not satisfied with the room they could find another. He smiled warmly at Navia and shook his head feeling it unnecessary. "I'm sure we'll be happy in your room, and won't need to go looking for another." He said reassuringly before a smirk spread across his features. "If it's good enough for you, it'll be good enough for me. You do have far grander and more ostentatious taste than me after all." Théadan showed her a toothy grin as they continued down the road. "I just need a pretty view, and a large enough bed for us both." He said, trying to feign humility, but then gave her words some added thought and his brow creased. "Though I hope the walls are thick, or I'll feel for your brother."<br/><br/>There would be history in all those chambers, and truthfully Théadan was thankful they would not be staying in the same room she and Devam had once called their own. It would have felt awkward to him, with his own personal involvement with Devam's death it would have been inappropriate, and likely it would send out all the wrong messages to Khluri if that had been the case. Devam was always a bit of a difficult subject that Théadan was never too confident on handling, so in an effort to steer the conversation elsewhere, he turned his attentions to what would be happening in the immediate future. "So what's going to happen when we arrive?" He asked, wondering if there was a certain ceremony or procedure they would have to go through before meeting Navia's family. "Greeted by some fanfare?" He asked still trying to be humourous. "Escorted into the throne room to see Kazim, and regale onlookers with the story of our escape from Mes'Mo'Tan?"