"I agree," Lady Charlotte said, grim determination on her face.
"Like she was picked up and carried off," Sir Jon added.
"I just can't believe this is happening," Lady Olivia said, helping Lady Alexandra up the stairs to the west tower.
"Yes, Lady Glory was so nice to me," Lady Alexandra replied, a tear falling down her cheek.
Sir Raymond glared at his cousin for a moment, then without warning threw his head back and burst out laughing. The raucus laughter rang through the dungeons, bounced off the walls and crept into each tower room to be heard by every inhabitant in the castle. Chills ran up everyone's spine. Everyone's, that is, except for Sir Alistair.
The feather quill he held stayed suspended over the ink well as he turned toward the sound, an evil grin materializing on his exquisitely handsome face. He breathed in deeply as if the eerie sound fortified him in some gruesome manner.
"Damn, I love this castle," he muttered as he turned back to the parchment before him and wrote,
Murder at the Castle....