Chapter 95: What a Family Looks Like

The door swung inward on leather hinges that creaked with use, revealing an interior that took Cel’s eyes a moment to adjust to. The main room served every function a household required – a kitchen area squatted in the corner, a worn table with four mismatched stools occupied the center. Two doorways led off from it, curtained rather than doored, leading to the sleeping rooms beyond. Possessions were few – some clothes hanging from pegs, a few cooking implements, a basket of what looked like herbs.

Cel stood in the doorway, taking it in.

He’d grown up surrounded by luxury. Marble floors polished until they reflected like mirrors. Tapestries imported from various territories. Rooms whose sole purpose was looking impressive when guests visited. Even the servants’ quarters in his father’s house had been larger than this