Lincoln’s POV:
The castle felt different now that I could actually feel it again.
Every candle that is in the halls of Duskbane seemed to blaze just a little brighter as I walked down, the flames flickering. The runes along the stone gleamed faintly, as if whispering, welcoming me and that I'm the only one who could hear it.
Ayaana said before that it was just my magic harmonizing with the wards again, but it's not, it more felt like the castle itself remembered me—and forgave me—for leaving.
Still, forgiveness wasn't the same as belonging. Yet.
In morning, the light peeked through the windows of the council chamber, dust turning like gold when hit by a light. Cedric had ordered a feast, though "feast" in his vocabulary meant a long table of bread, fruit, roasted meats and the promise
