As they reached the suite, Lima opened the ornate double doors, and Ylvima stepped inside. The room was bathed in a soft, golden light filtering through a tall window, illuminating a space designed for a true noble. Rich, dark wood paneling lined the walls, and a thick, silver-gray rug covered the marble floor.
In the center of the room sat a massive bearfolk, dressed in a pristine white tunic with silver stripes that seemed to glimmer in the light. He was the Baron himself, Ylvima's father. He was sipping wine from a crystal goblet, his immense frame relaxed and at ease. As Ylvima entered, his eyes opened, revealing golden irises that seemed to glow with an inner light, a tell-tale sign of their family's unique bloodline ability.
Ylvima bowed politely, a gesture of deep respect. "Father."
"Ylvima, come sit," the Baron's voice rumbled, a deep, resonant sound that seemed to vibrate through the very air.
