"My home in Ekoda is not like this." That was a home, this house was just..his mother house. Impressive and elegant, but cold and mostly empty. Like her. Even if he lived here most of his lie he couldn't call it home. "It will look better once we turn on some music and the chimney. I will show you your room, madam." Hakuba said, holding her luggage and acting like a perfect English butler.