92. TO THE MOON CREST ROOM 

~ZIRA

We came to a stop before the packhouse.

Guards were scattered around the place as always and they bowed the moment they saw us.

"We're here. Finally, home sweet home," Kael whispered.

I furrowed my brows at his words. "I remember vividly well that the day my father suggested that we all stay in the same house, you objected. How come it has become a sweet home?" I demanded as Nala stirred with amusement.

He chuckled and the sound floated into my ears from behind me, provoking the rise of strange sensations within me.

"No home was ever sweet for me, not even my father's house because it always reminded me of the fact that I had a dead mother," he explained.

I sighed shortly. "So why now?" I asked as his sad story had piqued my interest.

He leaned closer to my left ear. "Because you're here," he whispered.

Then he got down first and as the gentleman that he was, he helped me off the horse. It was not like I could not get off the animal on my own but it was just fun having som