It had only been four hours since Graham half supported, half carried his cousin through the grand entrance of the palace. For the weeks since they'd managed to "kidnap" Samantha Briars son back into safety, he'd followed Kieran and Graham around like a little puppy, asking questions about everything he'd witnessed, mainly cause his four year old mind couldn't handle it.

As Kieran watched Samantha grip the railings right, as if she were about to throw herself over.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," He'd said. "It's a seventy foot drop into the icy, Northern sea."