Chapter Three: GossipA castle on the edge of a cliff. It's something straight out of a fairy tale. She breaths in the scent of clean, crisp air and follows Mr. Castle down a long barrel-vaulted ground-floor corridor, through a door which opens straight into a great square hall with a stone-flagged floor. On the floor of the hall lay some rugs and against the walls pieces of tapestry hangs above high carved chests. At one end, a wheel stair contains within the thickness of the wall rose to the floor above. This is covered by a thick carpet that must have been red once upon a time, but have turned brown with use and age.
"You'll soon get used to it," he hums behind her, noting her startled expression. "We're really very comfortable here." His smile is soft, genuine for the first time since
