Liam pushed the door open, revealing a room that smelled of dust and forgotten dreams.
It was vast, almost as large as his study, but unlike the rest of the dark, imposing house, this room felt... alive. Liam walked to the window, pulling back the heavy velvet curtains. Sunlight, thick with dust motes, flooded the space.
"It was supposed to be a second office," he said, gesturing vaguely. "But the decor was too... whimsical."
He pointed up.
I tilted my head back, and my breath caught in my throat.
The ceiling wasn't just painted; it was a masterpiece. A sprawling, vibrant mural covered every inch of plaster. It depicted an enchanted forest, lush and green, teeming with life. Wolves ran alongside deer. Ravens perched on branches of silver and gold.
"Wow," I whispered. Even through the
