The King's ancestral chambers occupied the entirety of the castle's top level. Oddly in conflict with the Nydewian culture, the vast room was a study in luxury. The floor was a polished white marble, covered in thick carpets and soft pelts of all sizes, varieties, and colors. In the center was a circular pool of black marble, fed with cool waters from the Oasis by a pump. Directly across from the staircase, at the opposite end of the chamber, was a four-poster bed large enough to sleep at least four comfortably. Off to it's side was a large fireplace for the cold desert nights, supplied with wood, so rare in the deserts. An iron-bound, oaken door closed off the interior from a balcony overlooking the water. The walls were lined with hundreds of trophies: animal heads, famed weapons and armor, items taken in battle by the kings of old. White, silken curtains hung everywhere, diminishing the sense of vast emptiness.<br/><br/>Haidar strode into the room and took a seat at a large, softly-cushioned chair, positioned at an ebony table with four others, and motioned for Olivia to have a seat. "Tell me of the Theirins," he instructed. The king was always asking her about the other kingdoms that he knew Nydewia needed to emulate. He sat straight in the chair, fingers dilated on the arms, giving her his full attention.