The Viraaz troops brought around a few of the Evans carriages as Marix took Eilownia through the house.
"I don't really remember any of this. Just bits and pieces." She said as she touched the walls and looked up at the paintings.
"You were very young when you were thrown out, right? It didn't sound like it was a very pleasant day either." Marix watched as she picked up a vase and examined it.
"I was. How did you know?" She placed the vase back on its pedestal and headed up to her childhood bedroom.
"When I was looking into if you were a spy or not, I questioned one of your old maids that left shortly after you arrived...." He furrowed his eyebrows at the sight of the 'bedroom.'
It truly was a storage closet. Especially now.
The bed she'd once slept in was just a bare frame with boxes piled up on either side.
Suddenly, Eilownia gasped and ran over to one of the boxes.
"What is it?" Marix took a step inside, his voice laced with concern.
