Being inside this castle felt like the one I was adopted into was nothing more than a plain emergency shelter in comparison.
Everywhere I looked, something stole my breath. The floor wasn’t marble — no cold, sterile perfection here — but hand-laid tiles shaped into blooming flowers, each petal a different jewel-tone that made me feel like I was walking across an enchanted garden.
The windows glowed with rich turquoise stained glass, filtering sunlight into waves of sea-colored light. Every step sent ripples across the room like I was underwater. The breeze carried warmth and citrus, and I swear I heard music even though nothing played.
The furniture was carved from dark wood, but nothing dull — every curve was wrapped in vibrant greens, deep reds, shimmering silvers that matched the Gon
