Holding Wivior's hand, Elvira exited the carriage. Her eyes stopped to observe her first property. Elvira had always dreamed about castle life. Her mother was hell-bent on ruling a kingdom and residing in a castle again. Now Elvira's dream had manifested, and it was more majestic than her fantasies.
A gigantic, opulent white structure stood before her, thoroughly covered in vibrant vines. Its countless tall towers pointed at the sky were a sight to behold. Elvira felt small under its massiveness. How many chambers and halls were inside it? What secrets were hiding in the sky-high towers? What lay behind the giant think walls? The tremendous excitement of owning something so magnificent was something else.
