Attarah felt achey as she stood at the side of her bed. They were still at the house... Her house. Though it still felt foreign for her to call it so. She pulled up the bedding and smiled happily. The kings asked her if she wanted to have servants but she denied their suggestion. She wanted her house to be her house. The kings had agreed to this but made her compromise that housekeepers could come whilst they were not there and keep the place clean so that it didn't get too dusty. She begrudgingly agreed.
It made her smile when the kings asked her to assign them rooms. It felt brilliant for her to have her own independence once more. It seemed they knew she desired it and they were right in thinking she'd want a escape house. She was to live in the castle for the rest of her life and that
