The two departed the workshop, passing through winding lanes until they came at last before a familiar wooden gate.
Firefly Lane. The very same residence where everything began.
Rhaegar pushed the door open and stepped aside, allowing her to enter first.
Caelith crossed the threshold—then paused. The courtyard was the same… and yet, not quite.
The stone path still ran beneath her feet; the osmanthus trees still stood in quiet grace; the bushes clustered in the corners as before. Yet the trees had been newly trimmed, the rose bushes grown fuller and more verdant, and fresh lace curtains now hung by the windows.
She turned to the man behind her. "You have had it restored?"
He nodded, stepping in to stand beside her. "Before, it was merely fit for shelter," he said. "But if it is to be a place for living… it must be made worthy of it."
Rhaegar had sole ownership of this place. It was quiet and hidden, offering calm and comfort one needed to live a peaceful life.
