The Bungalow That Felt Like Home.

Dusk.

Conan's Bungalow.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

*************

As the morning sun painted the sky with hues of gold and pink, the weary knight, Conan, returned to his bungalow after a night of horror, he would say.

The turn of events had been so dramatic he chastised himself for wanting to leaving Theodore at the gates to go back to his bungalow.

With each step closer to his home, anticipation mingled with exhaustion, his mind brimming with curiosity about what awaited him inside.

Home, he mused.

He thought of he had never considered this place as home but as his bungalow, as a place he could rest and cook.

But now this place felt like home because Helena was in it. He frowned at that thought ehile his heart smiled in delight and sighed in contentment.