Home.
The last home she had, she was maltreated, burdened by a mamma who hated her existence, and the duty, to care for brothers who never wanted her as a sister.
Home.
The tower she spent fourteen winters of her life, wasn't much of one but it was everything she ever had, even though she suffered extortion and abuse from the hands of Dashwell. It was still home.
Serena made it feel a little bit of home too.
Home.
Here she was, standing before what seemed impossible. Her home. It was funny she thought of that word, knowing originally how she got here in the first place. But there was no harm in feeling that way.
After all, she had bled, slept, eaten, and trained in this place for many moons. Her fantasy dream toward freedom was far stretched.
But standing in this place, setting her eyes on the furniture, the fireplace, knowing she earned it.
This was freedom.
She walked to the chair close to the fireplace and sat, sighing heavily as her eyes continued to look around.
