The Palace
Her Majesty's great palace has been my home away from home since I left the rolling hills and my life on the frontier lands. Its walls loom for miles atop the hill above the stretching city, where her content subjects toil at trades of prosper. Like a great tortoise shell the palace heaves upward with a symetric doming of towers and scaffolds. Its great blocks made of the finest cut speckled alabaster and its interior lined with precious metals, fine silks, jems and all the civilized realms exotic goods.