The chill was subtle in the afternoon, in this princess-like castle. I had spent a blissful week roaming around the house with Sandra. She was an extremely sweet soul, wonderful to be around, especially with her melodious English accent that took a while to get used to because she was born and brought up here.
Each corner of the house was exquisite, a room for every purpose, each one more beautiful than the last. The decor was nothing less than breathtaking, each pillar, each painting, looking too expensive for me to even touch in fear of the old pieces breaking. Sandra had told me that the old-looking rooms and artifacts were the parts of the room that were inherited by one of the brute's family members, which were mostly on the ground floor.
Another fascinating fact was this place was
