Laughter

As soon as Seira stepped inside the house, the vintage gold grit framed images of different persons and large paintings that held a unique beauty on them welcomed them. A long staircase was in the middle leading to an unknown floor.

Suddenly, a maid appeared in the hallway and bowed to them.

"Welcome, Your Majesties. This way, please" the maid walked to the front and led them to the hallway.

They passed the living room. An upholstered couch and coffee table were perfectly set in the middle while a hearth was in a front void of any fire on it. Shelves with loads of sundry books were in the corner.

Seira frowned. The house was indeed made for a high person. But working in a library would not make anyone this affluent.

"Is this your house, Mrs. Maelony? " she asked, glancing around.

"It is," Mrs. Maelony replied.