They walked inside.
It was quiet.
Cool.
The living room was small but clean, with simple furniture already placed—an old bookshelf, a two-seater sofa, and a low wooden table. The kitchen had tiled counters, a working stove, and a window facing the garden.
Lilith walked slowly to the master bedroom.
The door creaked slightly as she pushed it open.
It was mostly empty.
Just a large wooden bedframe without a mattress and a built-in wardrobe. The floor creaked softly under her steps, and sunlight streamed in from the tall window, painting warm squares of light across the wood.
The attached bathroom was clean and functional.
Lilith stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed loosely over her chest.
She didn't speak for a long moment.
Then, finally, her voice came out, firm and certain—
"This one."
Sir Sparkleton blinked up at her. "REALLY? THIS TINY THING? YOU, THE QUEEN OF FIRE AND FROST, CHOOSE THIS SHACK?"
