Chapter Fourteen
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ViolanteGorgon's opulent tastes continued into the bedchamber. The theme for my particular room appeared to be shades of purple. Like some lavish bruise, the bedchamber's walls were covered in a purple velour, the carpets the same, and the curtains, which reached from floor to ceiling, were of a deep aubergine. The ceiling, bedecked in images of great moments in history, or so I presumed, as I recognised none, was etched in lilac and violet with highlights of plum. On the plus side, each Eternal's face looked more alive than it should, almost human. The artist had caught men and women in every imaginable act, every, many of them also accompanied by children. The young ones hopped and skipped under the watchful gazes of their parents, whilst scenes of pasture and prom
