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Chelsey
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The castle was everything I’d imagined it to be, and so much more. Old, grey stone walls, rich tapestries, dimly lit corridors, spiraling staircases, and carefully hand-crafted furniture. And to top it off, there were servants! The moment that we walked in, half a dozen people were assisting us to our rooms and making sure we had everything that we needed. It was like taking a walk back in time, to the medieval renaissance days. My dad, who used to love watching movies about knights and dragons, would have thought he’d died and gone to Heaven in Rylan Castle.
“How’s your room?” asked Melody, walking in after we’d both had taken showers and changed into jeans and T-shirts. Fortunately, the servants had provided us with some toiletries. She grinned and spun around the
