After about 20 minutes she could see it standing, tall and proud on the hills before her. She drove the last couple of miles and stopped her car at the gates.
They were closed, she had no way of knowing wether or not she could get in or if there was even somebody there. ´What if he had lied?´ she thought. However whilr looking around, she quickly changed her opinion, what had once been a gloomy unkept scenery was now transformed into a
beautiful garden. The castle gardens were welcoming and full of color. Moira only just now noticed the camera at the gate pointed in her direction, she showed
her face and the gates opened automatically.
At the entrance to the castle she was welcomed by a manservant dressed in a traditional suit. ´´Could I take your car milady?´´ the man asked. ´´Of course sir´´ and she gave him her keys. Right after that another servant came out of the castle and took her bags ``If you would be so kind as to follow me, milady, the Lord is waiting for you´´. ´Waiting for me?´ Moira thought, and she followed the butler through the beautifl halls of the castle. High, vaulted ceilings that made for beatiful acoustics and it was difficult not to break out in song just to test them. The walls were equipped with beautiful tall glass stained windows and in between endowed with paintings and many other pieces of fine art. They were walking on richly colored Persian rugs, and she could see torches and chandeliers everywhere.