Eva led them through familiar corridors—Julian recognized every painting, every posters, every detail. This had been his home for the first decades of his life.
The three daughters followed behind, their eyes wide as they took in the luxury and history surrounding them. This was so different from the Throne of Gods.
"Eva," Julian said as they walked, "how have you been? Really?"
His sister's expression became more complex.
"Honestly? Terrible. After you disappeared, after Mother and Grandmother and Eleanor all vanished, I've been trying to hold things together. Managing the household, representing the family at court, keeping Father and Grandfather from completely falling apart."
She squeezed his hand tighter.
"I'm the eldest. It's my responsibility. But Julian... I was so scared. I thought I would loose my little brother. I thought..." Her voice broke again. "I thought I would never see you again."
