With a short smile, Bromley said,”You take care of yourself, Princess.”
And with a pair of heavy thuds, the cellar doors closed shut behind Cecilia.

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The first noticeable thing about the cellar was it's condition. Though not a total disgrace, it had seen better days. Loose bricks lined the walls that threatened to break loose like a beggar’s rotten teeth. The wooden ceiling panels were creaky and patched with small cobwebs, and the old boiler for heating water was scored by debts and scratches and was rusted along the connecting edges of the pipes. The floor was slightly dusty and grimy, and the entire room was littered with empty kegs and ale bottles, as well as old food crates. It was clear the cellar hadn’t been swept or kept in proper maintenance for some time. On the far wall, opposite to the cellar doors, a heavy wooden bed sat perched against the brick wall. The bedsheets were surprisingly clean and practically glowed a welcoming snowy white. Two pillows lay at the top of the bed, nuzzled together in a cozy way.

Just in front of the bed sat a small, simple wooden table and a chair which sat facing across the room, away from the bed. The table held a hot, freshly cooked meal of roasted beef, peas, corn, a head of lettuce, and a fluffy sweet roll dripping with fresh glaze. A tall mug of cows milk sat to the right of the plate. The swarming combination of freshly cooked smells overpowered the musty cellar’s dank odor and flowed into the nostrils of the newly arrived Princess.

[b]“Welcome, Princess Cecilia Alderon.”[/b] A voice suddenly boomed to the far left of the Princess, within the cellar shadows.