"Well...I guess we can stay. It wouldn't be proper to refuse a lady's request." said Charles with a nod, forcing himself to look at your face as you smile at him. Emma also smiles, agreeing with him, "It would be a pleasure to feast with such company." Neither of them are too old, perhaps around their forties, although both look younger than that, in part thanks to the drugs they buy from my company.<br/><br/>I walk with you at my side, your arm in mine as any gentleman would with the lady he is entertaining. We leave the house through the corridor that goes below the staircase and into the gardens, the warmth of the morning sun welcoming us. Charles and Emma follow us in a similar guise, hand in hand, knowing the way we are heading.<br/><br/>From the gardens we cross to the castle, the front doors open wide, inviting us inside. The first room is the main hall, there are tapestries and banners on the walls, most depicting images of epic battles or marvelous and fantastic creatures. Long tables and benches line the walls, I usually use this room for parties and balls. There are many doors leading out of the room, all of them closed with heave oaken doors.<br/><br/>I guide us to one on the right and open it with ease, we arrive at a studio, the walls lined with paintings and canvas, those that are finished have my signature on them, there are others with some work but nothing concrete. On the honor position over the fireplace there are three paintings hung, the room is dimly lit and I look around. "Seems they haven't moved the curtains yet, Samantha, would you mind helping me open them?" Six large windows line two of the walls, red draped curtains cover them.