I made my way to the room that Collin selected for me up the stairs to the right. The room may as well have been a complete apartment on its own. It was overlooking the gorgeous lakeside. Old dark rose pine wood rested against the walls as elaborate and glamourous carved rectangular frames from the floor stretched all the way to the ceiling. The floor was equally made of some dark wood, that was cold, but covered in welcoming rugs reminiscent of his Florentine villa.
A few mural paintings dotted along the walls were of beautiful women dressed finely in bodices of the Renaissance period. A leather lounge was set with bronze and pewter buttons looked over the lake. A glass table with a marble structure holding it was without a hint of dust. The bed, a double king, had dark navy-blue sat
