The Castle

Charles van Zevenaar stared in front of him. Next to him stood his daughter, Christine. In front of them stood the castle Vinkenstein, reflecting in the water of the moat. In the grass at their feet waddled a couple of chattering ducks. The day before they had come home from a long journey overseas, where they had seen a lot, but it had been very tiring. They lived in a city, five kilometers from there, but they stood here now for a very important reasonCharles van Zevenaar had lost his wife...