Noblesse Oblige
Kyle was beginning to regret buying the castle. Sure, it was cool, but the National Trust had made him agree to give tours.
“So here’s the Great Hall,” Kyle said to a group of elderly women. “Over there by the TV is where the Earl of Henley was murdered by his rival.”
“Where are the tapestries?” one woman asked.
“Hold on, let me just move the Stars Wars posters. There, all good? Okay, now down to the dungeon to see where Gregory of Kent was imprisoned. I just did laundry, so mind the drying racks. And nobody touch my underwear!”
