The Castle was still full of awkward run ins after that whole family thing, though Vanyel was thankful that he did not seem to have quiet so many awkward moments as others. It made his stay in the Castle easier, and meant he did not feel the need to hide about for fear of reliving odd memories.

He was currently snacking on a sweet roll, padding through the halls in his indoor soft-boots, a book open detailing the chronicled history of one Elvis Presley, and he was not doing a very good job of watching where he was going, especially when he rounded corners...