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The ride to the castle lasted about an hour. It was dark when we arrived but the first view of the castle was breathtaking, even at night.
“Oh, my God, I feel like Cinderella going to the ball,” whispered Melody as we neared the entrance to the old, gothic fortress.
“Isn’t it grand?” said Steve, who was sitting across from us next to Talia. He pointed. “This is one of the few castles that have been passed down from generation to generation, and still privately owned. Liam, you lucky bastard, I bet you don’t even appreciate the historic value of Castle Rylan.”
“Of course I do,” said Liam. “My family built it over seven-hundred years ago. Don’t think for a minute that I don’t know the history of my ancestors, or the blood, sweat, and tears that went into building it
