Chapter 11In my mind, I imagined the king living in a grand castle sitting upon a grassy hill, with grey stone walls reaching for the sky, turrets on each corner and flags raised high in honor of the king and his people. But the Castle of Vintras looked far from what I had imagined. Its basic structure reminded me of the Texas Roadhouse over by the Walmart in Midland, only this place was much bigger. “Hmm, I expected something more...castle-y.”
Torin chuckled next to me. “Is that even a word?”
I shrugged.
“I’m with ya, though. Suddenly, I’m hungry for a steak and some rolls with sweet cinnamon butter.”
I looked at him in disbelief. “And a bucket of peanuts.”
Torin laughed and clapped me on my back.
“Very funny you two. Look around you. Without concrete mixers and heavy equipment, bui
