Chapter 61: The Island of beautiful women III
Cecilia remained quiet as she led them through the village, and Ceremus took the opportunity to observe their surroundings.
The houses were unlike those in Trojas. Built from wood, bamboo, and terracotta, they stood in stark contrast to the stone and brick structures of his homeland. Their sloping roofs were designed for efficient rainwater drainage, considering how the climate was much more humid on the island and it was common to experience rainfall. The houses were built to protect from such damage.
As they moved further north, the homes began to change. The simple dwellings gave way to larger, multistory structures—carefully crafted and far more refined than the others. These homes bore a striking resemblance to the courtyard residences found in the outer city, exuding a quiet luxury that set them apart from the rest of the village.
Eventually, Cecilia stopped in front of one of the houses, its design noticeably more polished. The building had a spacious private room with ample space to lounge, with an unmistakable air of comfort woven into its walls.
"This will be where you'll be staying during your time here," she said, her voice carefully measured.
She hesitated before adding, "Unfortunately, it isn't much and only has two rooms, but it's the most recently renovated."
Her tone was polite but cautious, her wariness still evident. She fully expected the haughty king to turn his nose up at the accommodations.
But Ceremus said nothing.
Instead, his golden eyes swept over the space in quiet assessment.
Cecilia held her breath, waiting.
Yet, he offered no complaint. No disdain.