The glass crunched beneath my boots.
Our door was left in splinters across the main hall, most of the windows were thrown in and all the artwork, at least on the ground floor, had been ripped to pieces. It looked like a hurricane had gone through our house. A hurricane with claws and fangs.
I had never seen the palace in a state like this. Maybe I was lucky to be locked away in Elliot’s castle last time. Somehow, across the last few months, I had grown to care about this place. I never had a home before, either I lived on someone else’s land or I moved around. Now that I finally had a place to call home, it broke my heart to see it so damaged.
Eleanor was sound asleep in her father’s arms, who had already seen the damage to our house. Aris wasn’t a materialistic person, so he just qu
