This room, unlike the others, was filled with an assortment of items, each one a piece of their shared history.
The walls were lined with shelves, each holding a variety of objects. She saw books, many of which were her favorites, their spines worn from frequent reading.
She picked up one of the books and her face blushed with the vulgarity of the words in that book.
"You read them all…" she whispered tracing her fingers gently over the books.
There were jars of herbs and potions, a nod to his interest in healing and herbalism. A large wooden table dominated the center of the room, covered with maps, sketches, and notes. It looked like a workshop, a place where Jerrick had poured his heart and soul into projects that mattered.
Her eyes landed on a wooden box sitting on the table. She walked over and opened it, her breath catching in her throat as she saw what was inside.
