When Henry said we were close, I really thought it would take us about five minutes to get there, but it turns out that the house we were going to was humongous that took us a good hour before we were at the front of the gate. The house looked like a haunted castle, creepier that the castle of our royal family but it still displays a great deal of wealth. There were a lot of people around working on its grounds and unlike back at the castle in our town, the people here don’t look very welcoming.
The door of the carriage was opened and the very first person we see is Prince Christian with his hand in his hips, standing and staring blankly at us.
“I smell blood. What happened?” the way he asked the question was so cold, as if he was not the Christian, I knew but he still wants to know wh
