L M Montgomery The Blue Castle Novels & Stories

I really must be more careful with my belongings. Where was I again? Oh yes, it's market day. I must prepare. "Ah, yes, Reggie. You can send the girls in now, I am ready for breakfast." [Carnelia] Leon didn't tell me he was royalty. "So...." I cannot stop staring up at the massive castle sitting on the hillside. It has been the only visible landmark since we turned East from the river, and it has only gotten bigger the closer we are. "...I can see why you said that your sister wouldn't mind if we stayed a day or two."

The three women said in unison. "Yes ma'am, we like to try to keep with the castle traditions as closely as possible" Pearl exclaimed, "they were laid out hundreds of years ago by Mister's family," she told the women. "Very well, but I dont believe a single one of us planned for royal purple," Joy said in a slightly disgusted tone, "so what ever should we do?" She asked Pearl sarcastically.

Whatever was about to happen, I would meet it properly attired in composure if nothing else. Two young men entered, so similar in appearance they could only be twins. Both had the kind of ageless faces that suggested they might be twenty or thirty or somewhere in between, with dark hair and the careful posture of servants who took pride in their work. Their livery was impeccable, their movements synchronized in a way that spoke of years working together. "Miss Montgomery," said the one on the left, bowing with practiced precision. "I'm Louis, and this is my brother William. Lord MacAllister has asked us to provide you with an orientation to the castle and grounds."

Sera's POV My mouth fell open as I stared up at the castle in front of me. It was the most important building I had ever seen in my entire life. It was more beautiful and grand than the BlueMoon palace. It was a beautiful old castle that stood proudly on a hill, its tall towers touching the sky. Ivy clung to the stone walls and I just couldn't figure out if real people had actually built this. “Welcome home, Morganna,” father said, wheeling my wheelchair towards the front door. “Did you like it here?”

he answered. “Why is her castle so empty? Does she have no workers or servants?” “None. Her castle is always empty like this.” “So she magically gets work done then?” “That could be it.” Since they had arrived the second floor, they slowed down and just looked around trying to figure out what was what. First, there was a living area that was surprisingly just blue decor as opposed to the other parts of the castle. Blue walls, rugs, sofas, cabinets, everything had a shade of blue. And it was beautiful.

“Don’t lie. The Task Force accommodation is almost as good as the castle.” A chorus of high pitched “ooohs” goes up around us, and Montague arches an eyebrow, smirking at me over the heads of the others. “Well, considering none of the rest of us have been in the castle’s accommodation, we’ll have to take your word for it.” Heat rushes up my neck and into my cheeks. Of course it does. Jameson and Montague are both smirking at me from the opposite bench. “When did you get to go to the castle?” Elaine asks at my side, eyes wide, practically vibrating with excitement.

The roads are nice and well maintained. Not to mention the beautiful and magnificent white castle. Laura's eyes immediately widened when she saw the beautiful and magnificent building in front of her eyes. She had never visited Silver Moon, this was her first time. She had often heard from her friends how amazing this pack was, and now she witnessed it herself. What would it be like to live and be a queen there? Her mind immediately imagined the fantasy of her being the ruler of this place, sitting on the throne with the mighty man, Cillian Craig on her side.

“Mummy, are we going to live in a castle?” I laughed, brushing her curls from her face. “Not a castle, baby. Just a big house. Grandpa and Grandma’s mansion.” “Bigger than our house in Switzerland?” she asked. Rufus chuckled from ahead of us. “Much bigger, my little wolf.” Her giggle filled me with warmth. She was mine. My reason for surviving. My reason for fighting. *** The drive from the airport stretched long and winding, Montgomery unfolding before us like a map of my memories. Every street, every house, every old tree carried whispers of a past I tried so hard to bury.

As soon as Alinta got out of the car, she froze at the sight before her. It was a large grey medieval castle from the eleven hundreds, standing majestically before them. Her eyes glittered in awe at the historical piece of architecture before her; she so badly wanted to take pictures and sightsee. "Beautiful, isn't it, my darling? This is the castle of Axel Triggs, the last of the Cobalt Lupus Bellatores," Bellinor explained, holding his treasure close to him.

And now we were about to spend three days competing directly against them in the isolated mountains of Castoria. "Yes," I said flatly, turning the wheel to the left. "I know the Montgomerys."