Neuschwanstein Castl

Fairy tale music plays softly in the misty sky. Neuschwanstein Castle appears among the dark green trees, like a dream floating on the mountaintop. Emma and Liam, an American couple, are climbing the hill with other tourists. Liam, gasping, Tell me again why we didn't take the horse carriage. Emma, smiling mischievously, Because you said, and I quote, I'm in shape. Liam, that was a lie. They reach the viewpoint from Marienbrucke Bridge. Mist gently covers the valley below. The castle appears sparkling like a painting. Emma takes out her phone to take a picture, but then stops, admiring it with her eyes. Emma, sometimes a camera can't compete with being here. Liam, looking at her. And sometimes the view next to me beats the one in front. They tour the inside of the castle. The ceiling is painted with dragons, the stained glass windows shimmering. Emma looks up at the crystal chandeliers. Emma, so King Ludwig was? Dramatic? Liam, dramatic? The man built a literal fantasy castle because he didn't like politics. Emma, relatable. They stand on a high balcony, looking out at the Alps in the distance. Liam, half joking, half serious. If I proposed here, would that be too obvious? Emma, raise eyebrows. Only if you dropped the ring into that ravine. The two sit on the grass below the castle, eating sandwiches and drinking mineral water. Tourists pass by, children run around. Emma, you know what's crazy? This place inspired Cinderella's castle. Liam, and you're the one who dragged me up here like a true Disney princess. Neuschwanstein Castle sparkles in the afternoon sun, below a couple of lovers sit and laugh happily. Emma, voiceover. Remember, Germany gave us fairy tales, but today we wrote a new one.