[h3]Vileblood Queen's Chamber, Castle Cainhurst, west of Yharnam[/h3]
So with the marker named and their questions asked, the party touched the marker on the Unseen headstone labeled “Vileblood Queen's Chamber” and, through the same process they had undergone many times already, found themselves falling asleep to leave the Dream.
An instant later they reawakened in a place that would be new and unknown to all but Gerlinde, who had been the one to light the lantern in the first place. As befitted the label it had been given, they found themselves in a grand, majestic throneroom, which without competition would be the most excessively lavish and thoroughly aristocratic place they had ever seen. The lantern they awakened at had been raised in the middle of a thick, soft and precious carpet under their feet and great banners at their sides woven in red and gold. Round, evenly spaced-out columns stood on either side spread out along the length of the chamber. Everywhere they looked were intricate and masterfully carved architecture, from the extravagant arches under the ceiling to the golden decorations on the columns. The room was lit by what seemed like hundreds of candles, many seated in golden candle holders but most just stood there, held firm to the ground by the melted wax at their base, casting the floor of the room in nigh-omnidirectional light while the tall ceiling above them remained shrouded in darkness.
Behind them, toward where they could see the double doors leading into the room at a distance, and to their sides, they also found that the room was positively crowded... but not by people. Evoking memories of the dreadful scene they had witnessed when they had entered Yahar'gul, the chamber was filled with dozens upon dozens of statues, though these were clearly of a nature much different than those from the Unseen Village. Whereas those figures had been hideously deformed and posed as if in agony and terror, these were much more traditional pieces of art. Regal men and women carved by a master's hand, clad in simple garbs but wearing crowns of laurels, carrying staffs and scepters, though many of them – mostly the women – were also nude, and most of their features were almost eerily beautiful. In among the rest, there were also several statues featuring women wearing crowns holding small children.
But doubtlessly, the thing that would grab their attention the most was what was in front of them, at the head of the chamber on a slightly elevated platform beneath a tall, beautiful stained glass window, bathed in multicolored moonlight. There stood two thrones, their frames – elaborately and ornately made – either gilded or cast from pure gold, with padding in rich crimson. The left throne was conspicuously vacant, but the one to the right was occupied by a woman in a simple gown, her form unhealthily thin and feeble, the skin on her exposed arms and neck pale. Long hair that looked like it might have once been blonde now fell lifelessly onto her shoulders, spilling messily onto her chest, from a head they could not see. Though they felt could feel the woman's attention upon them, it was clear that she could not see, as her head was encased in an elaborate metal mask.

“Oh? What is this?” the woman drawled upon her throne, raising her head curiously. “Who stand afore Us, in the heart of Cainhurst? Thy arrival was not announced.”