18 March, 1348. Magdaline Castle, Islia.
Violet's jaw dropped as the imposing structure that was Magdaline Castle, came into view. Her back ached from riding for hours inside a bumpy carriage and her neck was sore from peeping out from behind the dusty velvet curtain periodically. But they were finally - finally! - able to feast their eyes upon the magnificent castle.
It looked more like a small city than a castle, with its numerous towers and spires built from a rosy hued stone.
"Oh my lord, Vy!" Ilse whispered in awe. "Could you ever have imagined something so enormous? How will we feel at home in such a castle? How will we even find our room without getting lost?"