Penelope's POV

He took my hand gently and guided me through the space, which felt oddly familiar. The halls were grand and beautiful, despite the fact that they bore the characteristics of an old building, likely constructed in the last century.

“The halls of your home are stunning,” I remarked, and he smiled, though he didn’t meet my gaze.

“Well, my grandfather purchased it from a royal who used to reside here, and ever since then, we have had to call these halls our home. We’ve never had a reason to leave,” he replied. I smiled back as he paused at a room and opened the door. I stepped inside,...