VII
The castle, before the curse was a sight to behold,
a place of envy and wonder, gentry and dreams
always grand and gleaming, spotless and clean
with the finest bedding and cover, down to every last seam.
It started life as a present for a beloved daughter
to secure her happiness and future,
sixty thousand acres of land her father secured,
an attractive prospect for any suitor.
Work began the day she was born
and finished in her twentieth year,
she arrived, newly married to her beautiful home
where her children were born, their place in life clear.
A Germanic castle was its design
tall, beautiful with spires and wings,
a pure white brick and blue-grey tiles,
the perfect place to raise future kings.
Tragedy found their royal line
two generations later, an illness struck
killing the royal couple and his children,
so a distant cousin was found, who couldn’t believe his luck.
This widowed father planted trees on the ground
and opened the castle to guests
they offered entertainment, dancing and food,
and once it was over, a place to rest.
Many servants found work, praising their masters
taking pride in their task to serve,
by the time six generations has passed
the castle had respect, and a reputation that was well deserved.
Its success and loyalty attracted attention
of those who pursued the current single queen,
among those had been a sorcerer
whose lust for power and position was overly keen…
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