â€œWell, if you don't know the history, then that would explain why you came here. If you are thinking that you can leave the castle after the storm, you can stop those thoughts now. You can't leave unless the curse is broken or I give permission. I've never given it. That is why no one goes back. That is why the town was supposed to keep the histories safe. Open your senses. The magic here isn't tied to the castle, it's tied to me... as a curse.â€ He finished his speech with a sigh and closed his eyes.<br/><br/>Leaning his head against the wall, he thought about the hope he had and how the news of the fire had just, well, burnt his hope to the ground. He was going to be stuck with this curse for the rest of his unnatural life. There was no more hope for him. A low keening whine rose in his throat and he didn't try to stop it, even if he did have a guest. He could now officially mourn the loss of hope because he would never get one to come and stay voluntarily at the castle now.<br/><br/>The howl of the storm outside intensified as he leaned there and he felt ghost of a smile pass over his face. Trust nature to compliment the trouble that had landed at the castle today. The thunder boomed and the noise fit the angry, troubled thoughts that whirled around in his head.