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Rowan wandered around his room.

It was much more luxurious than he could've ever imagined.

Though he was told that he wasn't considered as a prisoner, the nord couldn't feel but being restricted.

Held prisoner in the most beautiful prison he had ever seen.

His room was wide and open, and part of the Royal palace.

Not to mention it was incredibly light. vanilla and golden colours mostly, and a lot of soft silk. The decorations were typically elvish craftsmanship and incorporated in somewhat everything in the room: The chairs, the bed, even the doorpost.

There were no bars or closed windows either. The hot climate of Summerset, made it so that real windows were never actually needed to keep warmth inside. outside was more preferably, especially during the night.

The room also connected to a large balcony with a view over the Abecean sea and the elven city of Firsthold in front of it. The view was positively, enchantingly..., gorgeous.

The evening had started to set on the Isles, meaning it would already be dark in Morrowind or Riften by now.

Rowan sighed.

"Riften..." As he grapped hold of the seemingly ivory edge of the balcony.