It was dark. Only a pair of eyes gleamed red in the dark. Anyone else would have been afraid, but not Hope. She loved those beautiful, enticing eyes and looked for them whenever she had the chance. The woman began to run towards them, but the more she ran, the farther they seemed.
Why was this happening? He was hers and hers alone. A bolt of lightning flashed through her mind, reminding Hope of the letter she had left. She ditched him. Why? Was this just a dream? No, the letter was real. She preferred the dream even if it meant running for eternity.
Hope suddenly woke up from the dream, whispering, "Drake." But he was not there. Instead, a maid she had never seen before was standing near her bed.
The woman dressed in a uniform with the symbol of the Draconian family had a stiff posture and an indifferent look. "Good morning, my Lady," she said. "I hope you had a good rest. I came to lift the blinds and ask you what you want for breakfast."
