The ground floor houses three distinct spaces, the first being the living room. When Zoey pushed open the heavy wooden door, revealing what lay beyond, I found myself momentarily speechless. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight that greeted my eyes.

The living room exudes an opulent, almost palace-like atmosphere, blending classical elegance with rich, storytelling elements. The ceiling is painted a deep, regal blue, framed by intricate gold moldings and crowned with a grand, ornate chandelier whose warm light softly illuminates the space. The walls are adorned with dark wood paneling, gold accents, and an enormous mural depicting a fairytale castle by a river, giving the room a sense of grandeur and narrative charm.

The seating arrangement is sumptuous: a deep burgundy velvet armchair with intricate gilded carvings sits beside a plush slate-blue sofa, both adorned with a mix of embroidered and textured cushions in shades of blue, gold, and cream. Heavy, luxurious drapes with detailed valances frame tall windows, filtering in diffused natural light and adding a sense of drama.

At the center, a large, ornate wooden coffee table with carved legs displays decorative figurines, books, and a small greenery arrangement, balancing opulence with curated personal touches. The floor is layered with a patterned rug in soft earthy tones, complementing the wood flooring and anchoring the seating area.

Every element—from the carved furniture to the chandelier, mural, and textile details—speaks of classic European grandeur with a slightly fantastical, storybook aura, creating a living room that feels both stately and magically inviting. 

" This is a living room, my lady," Zoey said, gesturing with a white-gloved hand.

I gazed upward at the vaulted ceiling adorned with intricate gold-leaf patterns that seemed to dance in the light from the crystal chandelier. Tapestries depicting hunting scenes hung from walls paneled in dark, polished wood that gleamed with the patina of centuries. The marble fireplace stood taller than me, its mantle carved with scenes of mythical beasts.

"This lounge is for welcoming distinguished guests," Zoey explained, her voice echoing slightly in the cavernous space. 

"When nobles visit from neighboring regions, they're received here, where they discuss matters of state while servants bring refreshments on silver trays."

I ran my fingers along the velvet upholstery of a nearby settee, marveling at how different this was from my house back in the modern world, with its IKEA sofa and flatscreen TV mounted on a wall barely ten feet from the front door.

"I see," I murmured, still overwhelmed. 

Zoey nodded and moved toward a set of double doors with brass handles shaped like lion heads. 

"The dining room awaits, my lady," she said, pulling them open to reveal another chamber of wonders.

And guess what happen?

My jaw crashed to the floor as I froze in the doorway, paralyzed by the sight of the dining room. 

This dining room swallows me whole, like stepping into a painting from another century. Navy walls—not just navy, but midnight-at-sea navy—rise around me, their gold-leafed moldings catching light like constellations. The trim follows every arch and corner with mathematical precision, each curlicue and flourish telling its own story of craftsmanship. Above, the ceiling seems impossibly distant, a firmament of plasterwork roses and acanthus leaves frozen mid-bloom. From its center hangs a chandelier with hundreds of crystal teardrops that fracture the candlelight into a thousand golden splinters across the polished mahogany table below—a table so vast and gleaming I can see my own awestruck reflection in it. The air itself feels different here, perfumed with beeswax and history. My fingertips tingle with the urge to touch everything, to confirm this opulence is real.

"So beautiful..." I whispered, my voice small in the vastness.

"Yes, my lady," Zoey replied, her eyes following mine to the painted hunting scene adorning the far wall. 

"Our lord's mansion is very well-designed. This hall is used for some kind of big meetings when our lord wants to talk about private matters, sometimes it is also used for ceremonies and celebrations where everyone gathers and eats here."  Nina spoke to me.

I smiled politely at her words and let my gaze wander across the dining room. Sunlight streamed through stained glass windows, casting rainbow patterns across the marble floor. The mahogany table gleamed, set with fine china and silver cutlery that caught the light. Crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, their teardrops tinkling with each slight breeze. 

I couldn't believe such luxury existed outside of paintings. What would a peasant's cottage look like in comparison—thatched roof, dirt floors, a single room shared by an entire family?

A crash echoed from the kitchen, followed by a woman's shriek. Nina and Zoey exchanged alarmed glances before rushing toward the commotion. The silk of their skirts whispered against the doorframe as they disappeared. I stood frozen, uncertain, until Nina reappeared, her face flushed. She grasped my hand with cool fingers.

" My lady, please stay here. We will take care of it."

" Oh, okay," I murmured, feeling utterly useless.