He led her through the downstairs, and the kitchen which she'd already seen, to the grand dining room, which was, as named, very grand. They passed through the salon, and a number of other rooms which weren't ever used. There were sparse furnishings, as most of what they owned was still in London, but his mother had a knack of using the least to the most effect. Rich tapestries and unique sculptures dotted the walls and hallways, giving an almost cozy effect compared to the cold rock walls. The chandelier in the main foyer was another spectacular piece, a conversation starter for sure.
He led her up the winding stairs to the part of the house where most of the bedrooms were at, including the ones for the staff. He almost showed her his study but bypassed it at the last second in a rather inelegant move. The floor here was carpeted instead of stone and it was darker. He let her peek into most of the rooms, letting her get an eyeful before they wandered back to the room.
"I think I'll show you the grounds tomorrow," he smiled as he flopped on the bed. He immediately got back up and scratched his head sheepishly. Wasn't his bed anymore to be flopping on. He motioned for her to sit down and with a bit of effort, dragged the chair over. "Anything else you'd like to know?"
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