Lucien tapped his cane rhythmically on the floor as he walked towards the large open gates of a castle that, just a couple of years ago, was once his.
The loud sound of his cane tapping on the stone floor, echoed across the castle like warning bells.
For the first time in years, the guards stationed by the gates bowed as Lucien walked through them.
Just a couple of days ago, all of them had pretended not to see Lucien whenever he moved. Now that the news of his encounter with Varion had spread, he was beginning to not just be feared but also respected.
He limped across the corridors of the hallways with his mind clouded and lost in thoughts. He had not walked these corridors in years, and he was glad that everything was just as he remembered.
Lucien had been avoiding the castle,
