Genre: YA Fantasy w/ Paranormal elements (WIP)
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I suppose our tour guide used actual words instead of gibberish, but I stopped paying attention about twenty minutes ago. Meanwhile, the rest of my classmates stood entranced, staring at their surroundings like they’d never seen anything so amazing in their lives — complete with the requisite oohs and aaahs. Honestly. It’s a castle. If you’ve seen one, you’ve seen ‘em all. They’re big, they’re gaudy, they’re like bad leftovers (no one wants to eat them and no one wants to throw them away), and they’re places I’ve wandered about since I was old enough walk around on my own without tripping and falling — and thus breaking — some priceless heirloom.
No, I’m not a princess or anything remotely akin to royalty. I have the unfortunate luck of being the daughter of two of the leading experts in Neo-European monarchs and palaces. You know those stupid docuvids on Travel and History channelboxes about the top ten most interesting castles to visit in Neo-Europe? Well, if you got caught up in one, then you’ve seen my parents jabbering away. Mom and dad can’t get enough of anything gold leafed, gaudy, and tapestry covered. I wish I could blame this obsession on the fact that my very American father married my very Britlandish mother and he fell in love with all things foreign — but fact remains that my father met my mother while he was examining the woodworking inside New Cardiff Castle.
It was love at first sight. Gag me.