"Towards your own private palace.  Keep moving," she ordered.  Her voice was notably surly - there could be little doubt that he was not, in fact, going towards his own private palace. 'Vile shit', he called it.  Under her helmet, Norea rolled her eyes.  He spat it out like she was to do something criminal.  "You are my responsibility for now, as the empress declared."  He knew nothing.  

By the time they got to the doors, Lilith was out of sight, having turned down one corridor, and the guard pulled Alexander towards the opposite end.  The halls themselves of this place felt wrong.  The walls were inlaid with mosaics of red and gold stones, spelling out a tale in some indecipherable, inhuman language, and though there were no windows or torches, anything to light their path, the halls were illuminated anyway.  Other inhuman creatures would sometimes pass them by, nodding to Norea before being on their way, staring at Alexander until they had passed each other by.

A pair of wood-like doors finally arose near them, so sudden it was like they'd come from nowhere.  A hulking guard was already stationed by the doors.  When they recognized Norea, they opened the doors with a deep creak.  It was… less of a torture chamber than one may have imagined, but there was almost nothing there.  The most notable things were the long chains dangling from the wall, piled on the floor, and a small curved window a few feet off the ground – the first glimpse of the outside world he could get.