The dark shadow of the historic Abbey rose in the distance as he slowly began to make his way home. The echo of his heavy footsteps reverberated off the ancient cobbled streets and clashed against the silence of the night. Raindrops fell from thick clouds above him, the pitch black darkness of the night only being broken by the fleeting strobes of light presented into his path from the moon above. He looked up towards the sky and sighed as a sense of frustration washed over him. If only he'd followed his earlier intuition and worn a coat.
He'd barely walked a hundred metres before the rain had started to penetrate and soak through his clothing. The denim jeans he was wearing had already begun to stick to his legs. Water ran down his face. He sighed again as he wiped the rain away.
In front of him he could see the rugged outline of the palace ruins that had housed Royals and played host to the most important...