I discovered a castle in Manitoba.
Royalty has never lived in it, and it doesn’t have the storybook towers or dungeons. No, this is a modern castle for the modern family.
I can see it now.
The damsel pulls up in her modern carriage, a Fiat perhaps, and parks in any one of three garage stalls.
Soon her strapping prince arrives home and greets her in the majestic entrance. He glances across the gleaming walnut floors to see their toddler crawling toward him. He swoops the young lad into his arms.
This evening they dine by the hearth, warmed by the snapping fire. Afterward, side by side, they clean up supper while the little one plays at their feet. Dinnerware is stacked behind tall maple doors and dry goods returned to the well-stocked walk in pantry. When they’re through, the granite counters glisten like diamonds.
After dinner, their plans might involve enjoying a movie night in the media room or hosting a party in their beautiful back yard.
Tonight though, the damsel puts the little one to bed and returns to the great room. There, she stands in front of the wall of windows overlooking the lake. Moonlight shimmers on the still water. That’s when she catches sight of his tall silhouette at the edge of the deck.
She goes to him and slinks an arm around his waist. He smiles and slips an arm around her shoulders. There, together, they watch a loon soar silently across the moonlit sky.