Prose

The Castle

written by: SNOWonPAPER

Robert Snow

I come from a castle, very far away. How i got to this prison i know not. Nut a yellow caged wagon seems so fantastical yet so vivid in my memory. My castle is large and well fortified. The stable holds tools and weapons, as it serves as the armory. There is a great place of feasting that is King Peter's and i his servant sit only two places away from. Our servent who graces us with her loveliness; devotes herself to the toils of upkeeping the castle. She is also the master of the cookery and the smokehouse. The grand hall is a land of jest and love. It is where riders bring us the news of our kingdom. The Library is quite a peaceful place, is not so frequented by those such as i. In the towers reign the rooms of us who our worthy. My room is sufficient for one such as iand many other nobles and ladies may frequent it. Down through the rough murky corridors where no sunlight shines, this is my sanctuary. To one side of the dungeon of which i am the ruler. My nobles sir James and sir Thomaskeep watch as i spend time fighting battles away from the castle. Also here is the training room where I have spent many hours preparing myself for the day when i may own a castle. Only my masters private room is not of my controll in the dungeon. Their he entertains guests with games of chess. HIs private musicians play the old instruments, Which please my curious ears. Behind the heavy door is the room of a man with knowledge. I I don't know how i got here. But that is where i am from.

Robert Snow

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