The Past And The Future of One Castle

You know, all old buildings keep their secrets. And it's absolutely true. Today, I'll tell you a story about an old castle. It's so old that no-one remembers when and by whom it was built exactly. Many centuries have passed since that day when it saw the first dawn but this castle is still look like a fortress. It was built in the spirit of the Early Middle Ages . Then, after that three centuries have passed, a new owner rebuilt it and it became the work of Art — the masterpiece of Gothic Architecture. Each stranger who sail up here in order to pay tribute to the king, admired his residence, which looked so imposing and fortified that nobody had doubts about the king's might. Many ambassadors came to the castle every day : some of them flattered king's self-esteem in order to bury the hatchet , the others just gave bounties to him in order to purchase the protection of his forces. Both of that sorts of men were detested by the king but as I said, it  flattered his self-esteem , and he prefered not showing his loathing. The king was as much fair as he was cruel. People loved him: there was no so heavy taxation in the country they lived in, in comparison to the others but the monarch was cruel as regards to his family- he cloistered his brother cause he feared that his brother could capture his authority, and the king cut his wife's head off when he found out that she was unfaithful to him. His cruelty went from strength to strength; the court started talking about king's madness - many nobles preferred going far away from the castle : they made many reasons up in order that he let them go and happily, the king didn't guess that people just were running away from his madness while he had been wallowing in lust and cruelty. Anyway, this Gothic castle was a witness of many dreadful murders: many people who visited the king couldn't came back — it was curtains for them. Then, after thirty years of country's managing, the king just took his hunting knife and killed his young favourite,  then, he disappeared , and after three days of dark about where the king could be, his left arm was found in the swamp - so, it was curtains for him. Undoubtedly, if it was magic of the castle, then, the king's death wasn't just an accident cause it was common knowledge that the castle rejected only those kings, who had become so cruel that Asmodeus was a picture of innocence in comparison to them. Anyway, people die every day and the castle is still alive , where it was built. Surely, you'll ask me about the castle's name, where the cruel king lived in. I'm really sorry for letting you down but I don't know where it's situated - it's just my mind's production...