She fumbled with the lights in the hallway, the hair on her arms prickling with nervous fear until she flicked a light on, and warm, bright light filled the entranceway. And she gasped at the sight of it. Marble flooring in a checkered black and white pattern stretched out in the expanse before her. A massive wooden staircase crept up the center of the floor, split, and curled around both sides of the room. Shields of several different coats of arms lined the foyer walls. On the far side of the main lobby, she could see a small area designated to be a tour-shop, lined with books and postcards and a stand of shirts. Across from the staircase on the far side of the room were a few lamps, a footed chair or two, and a large portrait sitting atop the enormous fireplace mantel. “Holy cow,” she breathed aloud. Silence responded, reminding her that she was here at this looming castle by herself for the next three weeks. Her spirits rose slightly as she stepped inside, charmed by the loveliness of the place.
