Meanwhile, in one of the castle towers, Claude was sitting on the window, his feet swaying, hanging outside the window. He hugged his stuffed toy while chewing a piece of gum before he blow a bubble. Once the bubble was big enough, it popped around his lips. Claude didn't remove it as he bats his eyes ever so slowly.
"It had started," he whispered and gazed up at the bleak sky. "This will be a long winter."
"There you are!" Klaus' voice reached him from behind as his uncle approached him. "Hell threw a banquet for everyone. Aren't you going to join?"
Klaus leaned on his side against the concrete wall, arms crossed. "Stefan gave out a royal order. Did you hear about it?"
"No, but it's expected."
"You, did you know about this?" Klaus scrunched his nose up as it seemed he was the only one that was left in the dark about this.
