The Soaring Swan hotel was the kind of hotel which had ten butlers lined up outside in sharp dark suits, long white cloaks on their backs and wore white gloves on their hands. They always looked neat and noble, like royal knights plucked straight out of the old days.
It was the kind of hotel which had lanterns that had seen dynasties change, chandeliers that once dripped with blood of beheaded nobles and paintings that once hung over beds of the rich from many centuries ago. Some of those paintings had been smuggled out of their empires of origin during wars and changed many hands before finding a home in the grand hotel which was one of the few to sit in the center of the capital city.
It was a combination of four royal castles and maintained most of its original appearance on the inside but exuded modernness on the outside. It hosted royals, nobles, rock stars, movie stars, affairs and divorces.
