The Weinheim castle was sold to the town in 1938 and the offices of the town administration moved in. When I was little my dad worked for the building authorities, his office was in the third window from the left. I used to visit him often, just saying hello to him and his co-workers. I went in by the main entrance, a flight of stairs leading up on two sides, flanked by statues fashioned in black marble. A black naked lady is mostly in my memories. I remember walking up these stairs, an imaginary skirt sweeping up behind me, nodding graciously at the various statues, and picturing myself as the resident princess, quite happily on my own, the fantasy never included a prince (or a white charger).

And every good fantasy story needs a mage, or two.

RAgtag Daily Prompt: Fantasy