Mikhailis pushed the grand double doors open, and the familiar scent of the royal chambers filled his nostrils. He stepped inside, a small smile playing on his lips. The chamber was lit by the soft morning sun filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. He took a deep breath, savoring the feeling of being home.
"Ah, there's nothing like home," Mikhailis said to himself, his voice filled with a quiet nostalgia.
"All the adventures, all the madness, and yet this place still manages to feel like... well, like it's mine."
He glanced around, his gaze falling on the small details that made the chambers uniquely his. The intricate tapestries on the walls, the collection of strange trinkets he had picked up from his travels, and even the stack of comic books in the corner that Elowen pretended not to notice whenever she came in.
