Kaplin paced through the halls of the castle. A final night loomed ever closer now and he worried for the outcome. Years spent planning, working and striving to bring things to this point and if they failed it would all be for nothing. The halls were empty and the sound of his boots were hollow in the vast corridors. It was the sound of death walking ever closer. His mind wandered and his feet did the same.
He had been looking forward but not seeing where he was going. He stopped in front of a plain wooden door, unadorned with the crest one would normally find on rooms of such importance. This was a special room indeed though. Behind this door was the most treasured possesion he had. Hesitating as he placed his hand on the knob, his breath caught in his chest. Closing his eyes Kaplin was able to gather himself and open the door.
He walked into the bedroom, red velvet on the windows blew in the wind, the ornate posted bed in the center was shrouded in pale yellow silk. It was a room that he had showerd in riches. The finest cloth, the best made dressers and everything else he could think of. Yet still the women housed in this room did nothing but crave the simple things. Things that he knew he would never be able to provide. Still though, she stayed. It was for this reason among so many others that he loved her. In this time he also needed her.