As a teenager, Levina had always imagined what the castle looked like; she had imagined it as twice the size of the village, with an army of fierce dragons forming a protective circle around it.
But as she rode up the dusty road with the castle sitting majestically on the top of the hill, she realized that she might have exaggerated the thought. The castle surely was big, and heavily guarded but not by a herd of fearsome dragons. Both dragon warriors and foot soldiers paraded the castle ground; dragon soldiers wore a green vest atop their amour, while the foot soldiers wore red vests atop their amour for easy identification.
The carriage pulled to a stop in front of the mighty castle, the stones scrunched noisily under the carriage. Levina waited for the cloud of dust to settle before she stepped out of the carriage.
