Cerant's heart pounded so hard, he pressed a hand to his chest to make certain it was not about to burst. He stared as the royal castle came into view, not certain he would be able to tear his eyes away even if demons attacked. If he had not been surrounded by soldiers, he would have wept to see the home he had not stopped missing for ten years.
"It's amazing," Neikirk said, riding alongside him. "Nothing at all like the palace."
"Nothing is quite as pretty as the royal palace of Navath," Cerant said with a laugh. "It's a wonder all its own. But the royal castle of Vindeia has stood longer than any other building on the continent. Welcome to my home, Neikirk."
"It is good to be home," Neikirk replied with a smile that seemed almost shy.