I stood inside an empty castle, but can you really call it a castle, isn't it just another ruin like any other? One that has long lost its meaning. Without a king, does a castle even have a meaning?
It doesn't matter how lonely a king sits on his thorn inside his small castle, it is still one, no doubt about it. But without one, are the mightiest of them really considered one? After when looking at a beautiful castle, you think of a powerful king.
The stone walls prevented the sun's warm rays from entering and enveloping the ruin. Needless to say, it was cold, as cold as I felt ice growing on my bones.
My steps echoed through the empty rooms. I tried finding someone, something, but I couldn't. I felt the hairs on my hand rise, as I made my way through the darkness that corrupted this ancient place.