“Holy fuck, your parents are the King and Queen of Trieneliea,” Griff says as if the implications have suddenly hit him. “I mean, I know that we just sort of said that, but it’s just hit me.”

“And you’re an angel,” Doc says, his eyebrows raised in shock.

“I know absolutely nothing about angels,” Raiden adds with a deep frown. “I can do some research though and we can figure it out from there. I’m also wondering if, now that we know who your parents are, whether Sully and everyone else who is under the silencing spell will be able to talk to you without being stopped by it.”

“Huh, you know, I hadn’t even thought of that. It would be really nice to be able to ask questions and for them to actually be answered,” I reply.

“I get the feeling that Sully would probably like that too. He’s clearly having a problem with not being able to tell you stuff,” Reed says.

“We can’t do anything while we’re here, even though we have some massive questions answered it has left us with so many more,” Ransom points out, still staring at the painting.

I nod, “As much as I want to get stuck into all of this, the fact is we can’t. We’re at the Choosing, and that needs to be our main focus for the time being. It’s not going anywhere, we’ll still be able to look into it after the Choosing.”

“Agreed,” Evander says.

“I vote that after the Choosing, our first stop is back in your hometown to talk to Pete. He has a lot of explaining to do,” River suggests.

“Oh, absolutely. Besides everything else, he is the King of Trieneliea, and we know that he didn’t come over when they closed the gates, so how did he get here? How did Neith get here? I have so many questions,” Raiden replies, and it’s obvious that his mind is going a mile a minute trying to put it all together.

“Tell me about it,” I reply with a smile.

“Are you okay?” Doc asks me. “You’ve had a lot of things unexpectedly thrown at you. Not only have you found out what kind of supe you are, but you’ve found your parents, and they’re the King and Queen. That’s pretty fucking insane.”

I smile, “I’ll admit that it’s going to take me a while for me to wrap my head around it properly, but honestly, I’m doing okay. I want answers, but I can’t get them right now. So, we’ll focus on the Choosing.”

“Alright, I think that’s the best that we can hope for right now,” Van agrees.

My stomach suddenly growls, and I chuckle, “I guess I’m hungry. We haven’t missed dinner have we?”

Griff shakes his head, “No, they said that they would give the Draconian Team time to settle in before they served dinner.”

“Awesome,” I reply. “Let’s go and get some food then.” I realize that the stones around the painting are still glowing, so I pat the wall, “Thank you for keeping it safe.”

“What?” Ransom asks.

Before I can answer, the stones flare brighter for a moment before disappearing completely.

“No way,” Raiden grins.

“The castle is like House?” Griff asks with an intrigued smile.

I nod, “Apparently so. I noticed it as soon as we arrived, if I’m honest, it just had this ancient kind of magic about it. Then I was worried about not having anything to lock my door properly, and when I came back out after telling Asael to stab anyone who came into my room, there was a key in a lock that didn’t exist there before, and when I locked the door, the magic shimmered across it. So, I started talking to the castle like I talk to House, and it responded.”

“It makes sense,” Doc replies. “There have been a lot of supernaturals with really strong magic that have stayed in this place for as long as memory serves, that’s a lot of residual magic that gets left behind and builds up.”

“Is that how enchanted houses become sentient?” I ask curiously as we head back down the stairs.

I’m kind of glad that we’re focusing on something else for the moment. Thinking about my parents and everything that entails is just too huge for me right now, and we can’t risk talking about it and having someone we don’t want to know overhear us.

“Sometimes that’s how it happens,” Raiden replies. “But sometimes they just are, they naturally develop a conscious or just come into being after some time or even they are always that way. There isn’t much known about them since they are notoriously difficult to get answers out of; most people have given up and are just classing it as a mystery.”

I chuckle, “Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me at all, knowing what I do know about House.”

“I wonder if the castle talks to everyone?” Griff asks.

“Well, it didn’t talk to us, but then again, none of us were really paying attention. We wanted to get to our room and dump our stuff so that we could get back to the common area as quickly as possible,” Doc says.

“That’s true,” Griff replies.