A flash of lightning illuminates the darkened sky above the great black castle perched precariously on a cliffside. Guests enter through the massive iron gates, dressed in their very finest finery.
I stand on the dais, where the thrones have been pushed aside to make room on the platform for the evening’s prestigious event and guests. Great hearths stand on either side of the room, casting a warmth and light throughout the room that is augmented by torches flickering gently in their wall sconces.
“Thank you again for hosting,” I say to King Stiorne and Lady Fiora, characters from my very own Minstrel’s Song series. “I am truly grateful. It is delightful to have my own characters willing to host the awards tonight.” We are standing to one side, near one of the crackling hearths. “I know it was short notice, but the villains… er… guests insisted that I find them a properly luxurious and grand location for their ceremony this year.”
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