"I've been using MTN's for years and I'm still not used to them. I really don't get some peoples obsession with them either." Yes, they were useful, but Michael still preferred the normal methods of transport, his private jet was a favourite of his and that was followed by his wide range of sports cars. "We had snow last week. Now that was cold." It had to be a sign of his Britishness that he was talking about the weather, his step dads would be so proud.
He lead the way through the castle, going up the main staircase and down a couple of corridors. The place was a maze if you weren't used to it but Michael had spent years learning where every passage way, corridor and secret entrance lead. Michael knew Camelots secrets better than anyone, possibly even better than his father.
It didn't take them very long to reach her room, it was one of the nicer ones Camelot had. It was large and was relatively modern for the castle, the furniture had all been brought in the last ten years and the room actually had central heating so she wouldn't need to rely on the fire for warmth. In fact, the room was almost as nice as Michael's was. "This is your room, it should have everything you need but both Christian and I are down the hall. Welcome back to Camelot, Ainsley."