Regret

Shane

As we made our way past the gates, I took in the large open courtyard where many warriors stood guard, double if not triple the amount of what stood outside. We passed under an archway that had more warriors stationed on top. Just past the archway was a bridge that led to the castle walls.

I remember watching as the carriages crossed over the stone bridge. I looked ahead and my gaze locked on the castle walls that led up, up, up. The burning sun shone behind it and cast long shadows along the floor.

When we made it over the bridge, there was a small walk toward the castle doors. Tall black doors made of an dark metal stretched up for at least twenty feet. My father’s crest was carved into the stone above the doors; a wolf and a sword.

I’d stood here many a time with my father to greet guests. The doors creaked as warriors on the inside pushed it open. I stood beside Trent when they came to a stop. Everything inside the castle looked so much smaller than I remembered.

It wasn’t a