The first night spent in the lavish room shared with Shiloah and Eirwen proves to be far from easy. The room is adorned with opulent furnishings, a stark contrast to my previous life in Parington, where I never imagined touching such expensive items. In the quiet moments of the night, my thoughts drift back to the familiarity of my old life—the worn-out bed I used to complain about, the damp house that was home, and the serenity of the nights I spent there.
A sense of longing washes over me, for the simplicity of my past, the comfort of familiar surroundings, and the faces of the people I knew. Even though some treated me differently due to my mixed heritage and my family's lower status, there were those in Parington who saw me as just another village girl. The memory of those moments fee
