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There is, in the House, a guest room set aside for couples. Two other guest rooms are available generally, one with a single bed and one with a pair of beds, but this room is a bit different.
To begin with, the single bed is big enough for three people; it sleeps two more than comfortably and sleeps one in utter luxury. At the foot of the bed is a wooden chest that stretches the length of the bed, the lid is slightly concave and on top of it is a thick cushion that is more than soft enough to serve as a mattress. A hand-sewn quilt in shades of storm grey and soft blues covers it, matching a few of the patches on the larger and more colorful quilt on the bed. The bed's frame is warm cherry wood, as is the chest, both carved with traceries of vines and leaves. The lacy decorations that are scribed into the wood form fey symbols, letters, words, a story written in a language that few can read.
This guest room has as well as the lovely bed and the chamber it is in, another room; this one a bathroom, with a spa tub also big enough for three, a separate toilet and sink in a curtained alcove, and not just one detachable showerhead but two, both with quite a few different and interesting settings.
The walls of the guest room are covered with a mix of old portraits and etchings, hand-mounted cupboards painted with floral patterns that echo those etched into the bed, and a few leaded-glass windows swirled with stormy hues. Everything in the room speaks of the calm after the thunder and lightning have passed, serene, washed clean, oddly comforting.
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