Something money cannot buy

As they continued to walk through the county, they eventually arrived at a house that stood apart from the grander estates. The structure was worn and torn.

The garden was filled with wild grass and a few vegetable patches, giving it a homely touch. The walls though cracked, seemed to hold countless tales and stories.

Julian who was accustomed to the grandness of the Easvil family's estates, was struck by how simple yet welcoming the house felt.

Rose turned to him with a soft smile. "Your grace, I welcome you to my home," she said, her voice tinged with both pride and a subtle sadness.

Julian paused as he looked at the home before him. It wasn't the sort of place he would have expected to see at the beginning of their journey, but there was something about it that felt different.