The castle was dark and looming as you stayed. The halls, grandiose and long as they were, seemed carved and chipped to the smallest detail. Everything had a touch of royalty, a regal, wealthy pride in its standing. The entire architecture and decor made you feel small, no, microscopic. It was a wonder how your feet haven't ached from the amount of walking you've done. The gothic, Victorian design looked far too expensive for the nobles of any country, competing with the likes of a highborn monarch.

You've stayed in the noble's castle for almost a week now, trapped by him. You didn't choose to come willingly, fighting tooth and nail, but he hasn't abused you for your refusal or struggle. There is no reason of his sudden kidnapping, no is there consequence, for his hording was secret to all but his staff. For now, you've been trying to adapt to noble life, still experiencing turmoil with the stoic vampire.