It was an early Tuesday morning as you rushed into work through the brisk air, the wind lightly blowing your hair in every direction, the keys seemingly not wanting to fit into the lock, making you chuckle as it practically represented the way that you were feeling about arriving at work for 7 in the morning, but when you work in the only café situated near the historical landmark that is Warkworth Castle, you didn’t have a choice. Everyday was a busy day, tourists both local and not often ventured to the castle as a way of connecting with the past and in some ways, attempting to avoid the future.
Which you guess in many ways, is what you were doing.
Avoiding your future.
University was long done, you didn’t really want to move back home with your parents and well, there had to be some kind of adventure waiting for you here… It was a medieval castle after all.. whilst the last gallant knights of olde had died centuries ago, there had to be someone, somewhere who could show up, cause some trouble (of the best kind) and bring some life back into you and this castle.