114 Strangers

It has almost been a week since I've first arrived at this castle and in this kingdom. I spent my days observing every corner of the corridors, memorizing the number of windows and doors in every wall. The structures I could paint from my memory of it; so clear. The courtyards I rarely visit, but I know the directions to it and the open field. 

I studied the structure of the castle being indoor for so long. And only after a week did I step out of the main doors. I see the front yard that stretches far and wide. 

The trees aligned, and the bushes, trimmed in odd shapes, are well taken care of, watered daily. There is a circled fountain made of pure marble meters away from the tiled steps where I stood.