I find it absolutely ridiculous. What, you might ask; well I'm currently walking to a castle because of what some whispers said.

I know it's as ridiculous as it sounds!

Anyways I continued the treacherous hike, up the small winding paths which lead up the steep incline of the hill.

I looked at the scenery, it looked so peaceful and enchanting.

I continued my hike, listening to my surroundings wearily. But to my demise I heard nothing; no chirping of the birds, no buzzing of the bees, absolutely nothing!

After a while I put my hands to my legs, trying to breath in some more air as the hill was taking a lot of effort to climb.

I listened to my heavy breathing as there was nothing else I could listen to amongst this ire silence. After a good 5 minutes of breathing in the sweet oxygen, I continued my walk.

I continued to walk up the hill; which felt like forever, and yet I felt like I was making no progress at all. It's as if I'm on a treadmill; moving but going nowhere!

I continued to walk and finally got to the huge wall.

Proceeding beyond that is the massive wooden doors. I pushed them open, as it opened a creaking occurred from the old wooden door.

Creaking was the only thing that could be heard in the deadly silent atmosphere.

After fully opening the grand doors, I walked into the extravagant entrance foyer.

There were huge paintings of people, who looked like royalty. With their capes and their posture; which held such strength and confidence.

There was an odd beauty held within these paintings, I couldn't quite understand what or why; but nevertheless they had a discreet but very obvious beauty.

I stared at the painting more closely. Taking in all the intricate details which entranced me more.

The man who was in this painting looked very handsome. His figure looked of what somewhat resembles a god; with his sharp jawline and those dauntingly gorgeous eyes.

My eyes traveled from the man to the frame.

The frame was made of what seemed like sheer gold, but I wouldn't know. It sparkled from the little sunlight which was coming from the closed curtain.

Mentioning the closed curtain; the place seemed so dark, only illuminated by candles and the little cracks from the curtains.

I looked around the dark room and tried to understand why whispers would send me to a place like this.

I looked back at the enchanted painting and looked at the bottom right hand corner, to see a very well written name, Sir Vlad ledonvinch.

The name clicked but I didn't know where from. So I pulled my small backpack off of me which held essentials; such as water and food. And pulled out the book, flicking to the well remembered page. Vlad ledonvinch, was the original owner of this gorgeous castle; that would explain why his huge painting was hanging in the entrance foyer.

My eyes continued to roam the foyer, taking in every detail.

There was a huge staircase which led up to the second floor. A golden railing along side it. There was a candle lit chandelier; and not some electrical candles, they were real! The carpet held a very unusual pattern with a royal red texture. Everything really did scream royalty, but what royal would want to live in Norwich?

"Me." A voice said.

I zoned my eyes on the man, who was standing on the extravagant staircase.

It wasn't just any guy, it was Vlad Ledonvinch!

"What?" I asked confused.

"I would live here, there wouldn't be anywhere else I would like to be in the world but here." He said in his dangerously entrancing voice.

Whilst he was saying this he gracefully glided towards me.

Now only a near few inches from brushing shoulder.

My mind then began to think; Vlad was the original owner, who was living in this castle since 1899.

So this was impossible.

"How are you here?" I asked, realisation now dawning on me.

"What do you mean?" He said looking into my eyes, my soul.

"Your Vlad; the original owner!" I said.

He laughed at my explanation, now i was confused.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm not Vlad." He said between his bursts of laughter.

"Then why do you look like that painting." I said pointing to the painting behind me.

"Because that's me." He said.

"Then why does it say Vlad on the bottom of it?" I asked.

"Because he painted it." He said.

I made an 'O' expression with my mouth.

"Then why did he paint you?" I asked.

"Because I'm his son." He said in a 'duh' tone.

"Okay, then who are you?" I asked curiously.

"Im Alexander, nice to finally speak to you love." He said with a dashing smile.

So this is Alexander!