When I was young, my father would tell me about the castle on top of the mountain. He spoke of the luxury, the glamour and the unimaginable splendor within the walls. He would tell me about the golden chandeliers, the thick carpeted floors and the beautiful marble steps that were carved for heroes.
I always listened in amazement, imagining myself walking through the halls that he would describe to me every night.
Now, I am actually going there and I can’t believe it.
“Do you have everything?” My mother’s voice asked from behind me.
I turned to find her leaning against the door to my room, her expression as unreadable as ever. “I do. I think. The council members said I don’t need to bring much since things will be provided there.”
Something flickered in those unfeeling blue eyes of h
