The prince listened in rapture and he no longer wanted to move or have his father stop telling his stories.
But they had to go back ...
From a distance, they could see the twin towers on either side of the castle, the graceful arched loggia, the stairs that climbed from opposite sides to meet in the middle of the main facade, with a large terrace full of flowers and large pots of lemons and oranges.
And the gate was getting closer and closer.
He had never seen it from the outside and it felt odd, as if what was beyond the bars did not really belong to him, but was only part of a dream, which had recently become a nightmare; as if he, his truest self, had only just awakened and begun to live since he had run away from home.
" Now I'm here and I don't want to go back to that prison. I f
