Perfect Little Home

Soleia's new home was a small, well-kept estate next to the edge of the woods. There was a wooden fence marking the perimeter of their land, and there were several other smaller houses in the vicinity. It wasn't comparable to Vramid's royal palace, but compared to the dilapidated disaster that was Drankenmire before she showed up to fix it, this new estate was simply a godsend. 

Soleia had honestly expected the worst― thinking that Sir Ralph's noble friend might have simply thrown one of his dying properties at Sir Ralph, demanding that he fix it in return for letting them stay. 

Instead, what Soleia saw was a cozy home she could imagine herself living in for the rest of her days. From the outside, their grounds weren't filled with overgrown weeds, and the fences were solid without decay. As they walked closer to the door, Soleia saw a brown tabby cat with bright green eyes that sat in front of her door like she was magically welcoming them.