Monday, August 2, 2010
The sight was picturesque. The castle looked like it was from a fairytale. The castle rested on a base made of pinkish-beige bricks and stone beside a calm and clear river. Tall trees and shrubs of all kinds surrounded the castle giving the area a musky yet fragrant aroma. Tall towers, pointed tips plated in majestic gold or painted in pleasant blue looked like they were piecing the dull grey sky. Even though it looked like it was going to rain, shouts and cheers of joy could be heard from within the castle. The aroma of roasted meat, baked loaves, rare juicy fruits and wine wafted out from the castle and made my mouth water and stomach grumble in anticipation.This was indeed a happy and joyous place, a place that never seemed to be plagued by troubles or sadness, giving the this place a magical allure. And I was one of the lucky few to be invited to the Royal ball held once every year in this castle.