It is almost as though the excessive decoration and furnishing is trying to fill the absence of personal touch. There’s a dark wooden desk in the corner, littered with scraps of parchment and an inkwell, but otherwise bare. The four poster bed grabs her attention, however, and its satin drapes and gold filigree hold it. It’s quite possibly the largest and most ridiculous bed she’s ever seen in her life—it even dwarfs the audacious chandelier.