Chapter 141: At Stormwind.
One week later, Sigrid finally set her eyes on Stormwind castle. After a slow journey in a carriage, nothing made her more glad than her feet touching the ground.
She had always wanted to see Stormwind castle, Roland’s fief, his main home. It was just as the book described, a massive castle and horse farm built from weathered gray stone that seemed to rise from the cliffs themselves. A wave of cold wind blew past her, sweeping her cloak upwards. She tugged it closer in search of warmth.
A larger cloak was draped over shoulders by Roland and she grateful for it.
"Aren’t you cold?" she asked.
He shook his head, "This is my territory, I have long grown to the weather." He took her hand and they started a slow walk on the castle grounds.
The scent of wild flowers and the sea mixed with an earthy aroma tickled her nose. The sound of the waves hitting the rocks was filtered in her ears, her eyes took in the sight of the wild grasslands, so massive like a green sea stretching towards the horizon.
Because of its large size, she could take the entire tour on foot so Roland put her on a horse and climbed on behind her. As it walked, he pointed out all the important features of the castle.
They visited the famous stables, home to herds of magnificent horses famous through the kingdom. Some were inside, others were roaming freely on the grass. Even more were racing really fast as if the wind itself was their competition.
A winding stone path took them to the Stormwind racetrack. It was built in the shape of a circle, like a bowl that was lined with black wooden fences and flanked by grandstands carved into the earth.