Cass would admit, the castle looked pretty fucking cool.
He'd never been to a castle before, but the more he looked, the more Cass realised that Lord Blackburn may or may not have built himself a castle in the woods. He'd been mature about it, but fuck.
The circular entry where carriages could come around, stop at the front door and unload? They had that. The brickwork? They had that. The delicate artisan work that made the stone look alive? Not the same, but they had it. The temple attached to the main house by a narrow corridor?
Yeah, they had that too.
The gaudy but tasteful chandelier in the middle of the foyer? They also had that.
The more that Cass looked, the more Cass came to realise that Lord Blackburn had either made a mockery of this place by making a better version of it, or someone else had attempted to make an estate that looked similar to this castle and Lord Blackburn had endeavored to make them feel bad.
