AN: Very short piece that was part of an RP application meant to show my view, writing and handling of character. Depending on the feedback here it might be expanded upon as a story.
Castles in the realm were usually the very picture of the family who built them. Each generation would add a layer of personal touches masking slightly the taste of the previous but always time would wear the layers thin until all designs of the past centuries melded together in one magnificent oil portrait of history. This castle though was different. It was far, far from welcoming and as she wandered through its confusing halls and neglected ballrooms, a layer of dust and architectural decay hid its previous baroque complexity and made it instead into a cold stone object as foreboding as a tomb.
But still...
There under the layers of cobweb and eerie iron work were galleries, paintings...gilded works shimmering under the dark and peeling paint on the walls, there were tapestries depicting scenes of unicorns, dragons, and knights with ladies under heavy drab-though admittedly once luxurious- curtains. There was still something good under the dark sleep, the carefully built up mask to hide the past still had its holes and she could see something under it that was...inviting? Warm?...Even good?
Something there...
Something more...
Maybe it was just optimism and imagination at facing a life trapped here, maybe it there was nothing good beneath the wicked outer layer of the palace and she was just fooling herself. It didn't matter thought. She saw it there and that made it real enough.
Thank you, feedback is very welcome and appreciated.