Soon, the carriage stopped somewhere.
The coachman said, "My Lord, we are here."
The guard present opened the door of the carriage for them. Lucian stepped out of the carriage first and then offered his hand to Erin. She accepted it and stepped out.
The moment she settled on her two feet and looked around, she was taken aback by the beauty of it.
In front of her, at some distance, was a residence. It was not grand compared to other residences, but it had a certain feeling to it—warm and cozy, even from the outside. It was unlike any architecture she had seen before. Instead of spreading widely on the ground, it was more inclined to build taller, and the form of the entire residence was circular. A huge garden surrounded it. At a distance, across the vast green land covered in a thin layer of snow, there were tall, snowy mountains.
"It's different and so beautiful," she mumbled.
