Hever Castle

Beneath the soft mists of Kent stands Hever Castle, where beauty and tragedy are woven into every stone. Once the childhood home of Anne Boleyn, it has watched five centuries pass while whispers of her spirit linger by the moat, the bridge, and the oak that knew her laughter. They say she returns when winter deepens and the world grows still, drawn not by vengeance, but by memory, to the only place that ever felt like home.