As we turned down the Las Vegas strip, I started to relax, knowing that we were finally almost home. I squeezed Leila's hand as we pulled down the long driveway leading to Caprice Casino and Club Moroii. It was already dark outside, but the castle exterior was illuminated as flood lights shone upon it, changing colors from blue to red, purple to pink, and every color of the rainbow. The lighting accented the exquisite fa?ade of the castle. I had it built in the likeness of Camelot, designed by King Arthur himself. Long ago, I had found his plans for Camelot and had kept them safe until the time was right to build an exact replica. The outbuildings matched the castle perfectly.