After leaving the château behind, Zara and I made our way through the moonlit night towards our estate, a sprawling property nestled amidst rolling hills and dense forests.
The path leading to our home was illuminated by torches, casting flickering shadows that danced across the ancient stone walls.
As we approached the massive oak doors of our castle, I couldn't help but marvel at its imposing beauty.
The walls were adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes of valor and conquest, while towering turrets loomed overhead, their silhouettes etched against the starry sky.
Inside, the grandeur of our home enveloped us, the air rich with the scent of aged wood and burning hearths. Ornate tapestries lined the walls, their vibrant colors telling tales of centuries past, while suits of armor stood sentinel in the dimly lit corridors.
