What drama, you ask?
Nothing. But while touring the majestic palace one morning during our trip, I gazed at the staircase shown below…
…and imagined an opulently dressed daughter of a marquis fleeing down the stairs in order to avoid meeting the ancient, pockmarked duke her parents had betrothed her to. I saw the fear and panic on her face as she descended in haste, heard her rapid breathing, and I got lost in my little imagined play as a swell of fellow tourists passed me by.
Again, I’m a writer. It’s what we do.
Can you see it, too? The better question: what do you see when you look at this staircase? Tell, tell…
This Square Peg. 
Ah! I imagined it too, in my head she had the face of someone right out of the cast of Downton Abbey, with the requisite rosy complexion and upright backbone.
A writer’s mind cooks delicious dishes. XD
“With the requisite rosy complexion and upright backbone.” You certainly cooked a feast with that description. 😉😄🙌🏾