There was something so delightfully pleasant about being home for the faerie girl now that she actually had room to spread out. Though she'd insisted that the purchase was too much, she hadn't protested too much, really. Just a few muttered comments as she'd been shown around. For the first few days in her new apartment, Samantha had merely wandered around opening closets and cabinets to see all the things that Aiden had purchased for her. It had seemed that Aiden had thought of everything. There were kitchen tools â€" none of which were silver (for him) nor iron (for her) â€" and plenty of towels and extra linens. And oh, the bed. It was perhaps her favorite part. The girl had been delightfully unaware of how awful the futon was until she'd slept in her new bed, and now she swore she never wanted to lay eyes on the awful lumpy cushion ever again.

Where she'd previously liked to spend a lot of time outside of her apartment, she now enjoyed being in it. She had her own space, able to lock herself away in her own room when Dorian annoyed her. Or better yet, when Aiden came over, she could actually get privacy with the man. They had things to do, enough books to entertain the ancient faerie for months. She had attempted, one day, to show him how the tv worked, but that had resulted in a series of questions Sam didn't know how to answer, and after that she'd merely hid the remote so that he couldn't find it. It was easier to not have to explain. Though, she was going to have to figure out something to distract him from the 'princess lessons' he'd discussed giving her since she'd formed the apparent monarchy and had been deemed a queen in her own right. Somehow, she figured his lessons would be less about how to run a monarchy and more about which fork was the salad fork.

Today was her day off, and she'd been pleased to actually get some time alone in the apartment. She hadn't asked where Dorian was going when he'd gone out â€" by now he was adventurous enough to make it a few blocks or so away without getting too lost â€" but had instead settled herself on the couch to watch some television in peace. It had been five years since she'd gotten to watch any tv â€" since she was turned â€" and she still found she got plenty of enjoyment out of it. Though, less so when Dorian was asking a million questions. So it was quite the luxury to have some piece and quiet and time to herself.

Unfortunately, that luxury was interrupted by the knock at the door. Instinctively, the girl flinches at the noise, hardly able to comprehend who might be knocking on her door. Dorian had a key â€" though he still struggled occasionally to use it â€" and it was far too early in the day to expect Aiden. Flipping off the television, the woman moved towards the door, a sigh on her lips. It had to be Dorian. Who else would visit her, or even knew to look here?

"Dorian!" She called out, her voice laced with agitation as she approached the door. "You have a key. You don't need to knoc..." Flinging the door open, she cut her voice off as she looked at the blonde male that stood in her doorway. "Frost, hi?" She sputtered out, clearly confused. It made sense, she supposed, that he would know to look here. He'd dropped her off there, after all. It was an almost instant reaction for her to flinch, reminding herself of the very reason that he'd had to drop her off. Those shadows, ones she'd sworn she'd seen in the passing days as she'd walked home from the burlesque. But that had nothing to do with Frost. No, Frost was just the first person to tell her the truth. For that, she was grateful.

She stepped back, opening the door wide enough for the male to pass through. The faerie queen had no reason to not be welcoming to the male, and there was no hesitation in her voice as she spoke. "Come on in," She said with a smile. His reasoning for being there brought a smile to her features. After all, it made sense. He was a friend of Aiden and Nadya's, and Aiden had explained that his pack owned the West district. It all made perfect sense for his visit here to her in the neighborhood. "Let's go to the kitchen. I'll make us some tea?" She smiled as she led him into the room, wasting no time in putting the kettle on the stove before she turned to look at him. "Thank you again, by the way, for walking me home the other night. And the advice. I did something about it, by the way." She said with a small, sheepish smile. It was perhaps the first time she'd say the words aloud outside of to Ivy and Dorian. "I created my own monarchy with my allies. Tada, I'm a queen now?" She said the last bit with a small chuckle and a flourish of her arm, as though she was posing.