Fit for Royalty

Seeped in history and opulence, as you deserve

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As you push the large wooden entrance doors open, they creak stereotypically. Like something straight out of a copyright free audio library.

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The castle interior is not what you expected. No armour, weaponry or tools in sight. There are glass display cases lining the dishevelled stone walls, but they are filled with ancient scrolls and antique leather bound notebooks.

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The entrance hall is empty, bar a tiny old lady standing attentively behind a counter. She is smiling to herself and cleaning an already spotless solid oak surface.

You approach cautiously. She only seems aware of your presence when you are practically nose to nose, so essentially when she has no choice.

"The words!" she screams unnecessarily, her pointed finger drifting up towards the cabinets.

Her face somehow a mix of fear, anxiety, excitement, hunger and lust.

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With a wave of curiosity hitting you like a a large body of water curled into an arched form smashing against the shore. You shuffle over to the displayed scriptures and...