|Wanna buy a castle?|
Down a weedy avenue to lower Westonderry Woods stood an abandoned castle, tumbling down stone by stone. But once, this castle had been filled with light, music, and laughter, along with copious amounts of alcohol.
Lord Brandon Larson,a charismatic bachelor, had inherited a massive fortune which opened many doors to him, including the world of high society. Lord Larson swept newly debuted young ladies off their feet. And, if his charm succeeded, he swept them onto their backs.
|Oh! My goodness!|
Soon he was swimming in debt. All of his creditors were folding up his mortgages and moving in on him. Also, many outraged titled fathers of pregnant young debutantes were circling their carriages around him.
Seeing no escape and not being one to cower before the angry men, Lord Larson slammed the ledger notebook onto the library floor, and stormed to the stables to saddle the fastest horse there. Off he thundered, applying a riding crop with a heavy hand.
The horse came back alone, a wise decision on Lord Larson’s part, probably the only one he had ever made.