Agnes strolled through Corby's streets at noon, umbrella in hand, as dark clouds threatened to rain. Despite her initial smile at the architecture and water fountains of the town, a sudden gust of wind wiped it away, leaving her scrambling to protect her hair from the ruffling breeze.
"The wind here sure is strong," Agnes murmured, briefly considering returning to her room.
Intrigued by the prospect of adventure, Agnes decided to explore Rockingham Castle, a place she had never been before. Upon arrival, among fellow tourists eager to admire the historical beauty, she found herself in awe of the wooden interiors and the moody maroonish brown hue of the walls. As she admired a painting, a nearby man commented, capturing her attention.
"Beautiful, isn't it? They say the painter was beheaded for painting the count's wife. The count was possessive and didn't want the painter to show his wife's portraits to anyone else."
