Daylight rose behind her house. She could kiss that beautiful building. She missed it. It had been love at first sight. She happened across this small area close enough to Lahyjion to have gotten caught in the Wall. The house rested in an open field. Royal could barely make out the roofs of the surrounding houses.
The path leading to the back of her property took her through a charming forest and to a lake. The glorious history. This house was at least three centuries old. The philosopher, Leo Coperain had built it inside and around a series of massive trees. Royal nearly died from excitement when she saw the entrance. The builders had cut an arch shaped doorway through a tree. Most rooms were a separate house connected by a series of wooden pathways. The main house was a one-floor building constructed well off the ground. In true Garden Age fashion, Coperain made the house entirely out of wood.
When Royal found this house, the total disarray made her heart cry. She hunted down the owner- the great-great grandson of Leo Coperain- and made him sell it to her. The kroll needed to buy this property and fix it up nearly cleaned out her savings. Her storybook house didn’t have indoor plumbing. She had to hire a team of professionals to build her a ground floor bathroom that matched the house’s style. She had to heat her own bath water.
It was worth it. She had a place of her own. If Royal was quiet enough, she could hear the scratch of pen as Coperain contemplated the world.
Like Royal, Coperain loved his hidden compartments. Her heart nearly gave when she stumbled on his secret library. Though Coperain spent most of his life in Jael, he wrote all his notes in his native language. Coperain grew up in West Oreen, Argus in Sorin. Royal picked up a few Nohan words during her travels. Not enough to understand Leo’s notes. Still, she could feel his passion in each page.
She donated half the collection to the Library. The other half was her little secret.
Her glorious bed. If felt like home. Beds were now grotesque steel things with thin mattresses. They didn’t give it personality. A dark wood frame cuddled her soft mattress big enough to fit four people. A small town watched over her from her wooden headboard. She found it at an auction for 50 kroll. No matter how much research she did, Royal couldn’t find out the actual location of the carved town or who was commissioned the creation of this bed. The previous owner didn’t know or care. Her room smelled of parchment. Bliss.
Finally. She stopped moving.
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