The moment my parents left, I stood there for a while, staring at the castle gates, wondering what I should do next. A huge, empty castle was now my responsibility—oh, and all the land around it too. I glanced around, feeling the weight of the task settle on my shoulders.
“Right,” I muttered to myself, taking a deep breath. “Let’s start small. Cleaning. Yeah, that’s a good first step.”
With that in mind, I started exploring the castle grounds, trying to figure out where the previous inhabitants might have kept any kind of cleaning supplies. Surely, even in ancient times, they had some equivalent of a broom, right?
I wandered around until I found a small door that led outside—a tool shed, hidden away behind the garden. The door groaned when I pushed it open, and the smell of dust and old
