The castle's stone walls had witnessed the unfolding drama of the past week, as my two mothers, with their well-meaning but intrusive presence, had turned my once-peaceful abode into a stage for familial tension.
Their constant meddling in my affairs, particularly my relationship with Leora, had become a source of unending frustration. It was as if they had woven an invisible web, ensnaring us in a relentless dance of avoidance and pursuit.
Leora, or should I say the love of my life, had become a fleeting shadow within these walls. We sought refuge in hidden corners, yearning for moments of intimacy that were ours alone. Yet, like specters, my mothers materialized at the most inopportune times, their timing uncanny, as if guided by some mischievous fate.
