At the Nappius family castle, dignity was lost generations ago. The china, however, has somehow remained intact… so far.
Hidden among ancient forests and winding paths remembered only by wild boars, Prymere Castle, the ancestral home of the Nappius family, rises above the landscape.
Its towers still defy the passage of time with remarkable pride, while ivy, climbing roses, and a certain aristocratic neglect have gradually claimed the old stone walls.
Count Cassannovus Nappius insists that every bit of it is part of a refined vision of romantic beauty.
Amadeus Culerus, his lifelong friend, quietly maintains that no one has cleaned the gutters in years.
Here, rugs conceal cracks, portraits keep watch over the hallways, and the silver spoons enjoy far more prominence than anyone would consider reasonable.
Welcome to Prymere Castle.
Where the nobility endures.
The roof… not always.
