Noble's bedroom v.2 (PAINTED)

The young nobleman entered his bedroom, checking his neatly trimmed mustache in the mirror. Surveying the work that his mother’s staff had done while he was at dancing lessons he nodded his head in satisfaction. His huge bed had been made up in the finest coverings; the rose petals added just the perfect romantic flair he had hoped for. All of his clothes that had been scattered about were now all cleaned and put away nicely. He ran his white glove over the dresser; he smiled to himself as the glove came away spotless. The new carpet he had bought felt luxurious as he removed his boots and stored them neatly. His grandfather’s candelabrum had been polished and now it flickered like the setting s in the room’s candlelight and cozy fire. While he was not able to purchase everything that he had hoped for his room because of that terrible ruffian that had stolen his purse; the servants had done a admirable job turning his room into a comfortable space. Surely Angelina, his reason for drawing breath, would not refuse him when he brought her here tonight in secret...