Seven Deadly Princes

Prologue

Amy looked at the aging manor, an expression of solemn determination on her face. She clenched a first.

    She had recently found that this manor, just outside of Rothenburg, Germany, was soon to be demolished. She couldn't stand that thought, so she had plead its defense to the local government, stating a truth that she would rather forget; she had, technically, inherited the estate.

    So here she was, outside a broken-down old manor, ready to restore the building and its grounds. After all, she had all the time in the world, and a generous loan funding her to boot.

    "I should get started," Amy mumbled to herself. "She what state it's in."

    Still, she hesitated. She could hardly call herself a person who was capable of bringing a building "back to life." Capability aside, being here brought back unpleasant memories. But she couldn't let the estate be demolished. The idea didn't quite sit well on her conscience.

    She stood a little straighter, a renewed sense of determination filling her, and left her car. She walked past the tall, wrought-iron gates. She couldn't turn back. Not now that she had resolved to do this. Not now that she had a large loan backing her, one that would be a pain to get rid of later on.

    She was just worried. She worried she couldn't tackle this alone. She wished she hadn't driven away everyone that could have helped her. Even so, she couldn't abandon this.

    She was determined to follow through with her commitment. Who knew, maybe she would actually end up living here, back in her birth country once more.