"23"

I'm walking through the hybrid’s castle. Here and there I look at other reminders of how life's gone on. The sculptures, drawings and pictures have changed. I can't find one with me still in it. The only reminder of my existence was my crown. I stop at the trophy shelf on my way through the throne room. All I see are chairs, remembrances of the past and the chamber which the old Alphas, Kings and Queens used to sleep.

None with my name on it. Truth be told I never one anything or really achieved anything. Not nearly as depressing. I start to laugh a little. I walk all through the castle with Yael’s hand in mine, the mood's slightly more upbeat than when I left it. Walls painted, new furniture, nicer things. I make my way to the secret room, my room. All my things are gone, now just a lounge. There's a few sparring rooms here and there. The wall is covered in framed portraits and pictures from my mother and father… and that is all.

“It is so obvious how much your father is pissed at y