The castle stood high upon the sturdy mountain of a thousand years, with its windy roads obvious upon the scenery. The castle was a shade of white, as pure as the pearls from the southern seas, on top of each tower was a turret which reflected the blue of sapphires from the king's treasury.
The sky was dyed a myriad of rainbow colors, illuminating the twilight, making it seem like a dream in which everything was perfect.
Arthur inhaled a breath of fresh mountain air, the very one purified with the lilies and all sorts of exotic plants which have been planted along the mountainside.
"Ahhhh, this is perfect, it feels so good to be home." Arthur exhaled as he talked to his Captain Roy.