It hadn't originally been a castle - at least, not so grand of one. But it hadn't proved difficult for the Knight to fix things up - and the stars were a byproduct, though he'd mostly left it as a convenient way of holding it together until the man's plans fell apart.

The wariness was good - the Knight was not doing anything interesting, but there were lights and the faint trail of clouds and stars that followed him within view of the nearest window.

The Knight had taken to pacing - mainly due to an urge to avoid spending any time near his summoner until he figured out his plans - but it meant he wasn't particularly hiding himself, either.

There was one thing for sure: in the entrance hall, the Nightmare Knight's presence was looming and overwhelmingly huge. Perish the thought.