“I’m Harper,” she says. “I know that Silas already said that, but I wanted to introduce myself to you.”

Harper gives me a small smile and wave. Her golden armour matches her hair, both shining in the harsh light of the room.

Even though the violet guy’s words are kind, his face definitely isn’t. He has a smirk that can only be described as cruel as he steps forward, holding out a hand to me.

"Right, because this isn’t weird at all,” I mutter under my breath.

‘Magnificent’ comes nowhere close to doing this house justice. I mean come on, what house has a literal throne room right inside the front door?