Holding Nana securely in her arms, Emma led William through the Tower at an unhurried pace.
This place had been her home since childhood. Even though her father had once insisted she live in a proper house he'd built near the capital—spacious, elegant, and befitting their status—Emma had never been able to bring herself to stay there.
The Tower was where her father spent most of his time. If she chose the house, she would've been surrounded by maids, silence, and polished halls that felt too empty. Here, even in solitude, she never felt alone.
And besides…
The Tower offered more than comfort. It was filled with mechanisms, old blueprints, half-forgotten theories, and endless opportunities. With her modern-day knowledge, it had been a playground of ideas—one where she could experiment, learn, and quietly surpass expectations without anyone breathing down her neck.
