Wasn’t that a pretty thought? A home, a family, with relatives who didn’t preface every family gathering with a bloodbath. Relatives who actually cared about each other, who didn’t count petty scheming, backstabbing, or assassination as customary pastimes.

God.

Natasha simply smiled, agreeing with a silent nod. “That sounds…nice. Idyllic, even.” The sort of dream that might appeal to the local rural humans. “We can add more details as we go, but this is a good start.”