Godfrey opened the huge doors and took large strides out of the castle. The skies were a lot darker, a sign of nightfall but there were still knights in the surroundings.
But his eyes weren't on them and they were not the reason he was here. Although it was late, he rushed out because Isolde had returned to her chamber.
He had to show her the castle from the outside first. Godfrey stood at the top of the grand staircase and summoned Isolde at the bottom.
The moment she stepped out, a soft smile graced his face as he stretched out his hands, accentuating the grandness of the castle.
"So… what do you think? It's ours."
Isolde lifted one of her slender eyebrows. "Hmm… it's uh, good… I guess."
Godfrey's eyes went wide as he gasped in disbelief. "Are you serious, Isolde!" He took one step down. "What have I done wrong? This is an entire world all to ourselves."
"Is it? All I see is a broken castle." She replied with a tone that made his eyes flare.
