Celia was led inside by her father, who'd slung one arm around her and his other arm around his wife's shoulders as they walked.
She wanted to burst into tears again when she entered the castle's huge and extravagant entry foyer, with its walls and arches carved from rosy coloured stone. It all felt so homely and familiar, almost as if she'd never left.
Almost as if Havietten had been nothing but an unhappy dream.
Celia heard her name being called and was puzzled to see a trio of young adults running towards her. She stood there blankly for a moment, only to shriek when she recognised them as her siblings. She joyfully hugged each one as they all talked excitedly over each other.
Eddy was even taller than Father now and his frame had filled out in the same broad manner. In looks, he was an intriguing mixture of the king and his favourite brother, Prince James.