That very night, there was a feast.

To celebrate my return. I had never attended a feast before, and it felt odd to see one. More odd that it was done in my name. At Killian's manor, we hardly had any feasts. Instead, there were just rituals and the rest alike. The only ceremonies were for coronations and weddings. Just like the one I was supposed to be part of before everything went to shambles.

The feast was done in the open, right before the statue of my great-grandfather. My father made my mother and I sit beside him, on his right, while Mabel and Brooke occupied the seats on...