When Beatrice finally opened her eyes, she found herself enveloped in the darkness of her ivory room with a subtle blue tint. The curtains had been drawn closed, and the only source of light came from a flickering candle on the bedside table.
Beatrice's mind was still preoccupied with the Devil's words, causing her to feel suffocated and anxious. She clutched her blankets tightly, the softness of the fabric providing a small comfort to her trembling body.
The flickering of the candles cast eerie shadows on the ivory-blue walls of her room, adding to the unsettling atmosphere. "What did he mean?" Beatrice whispered to herself, her voice barely audible in the silence of the room.
Beatrice stretched her limbs and sat up, feeling the weight of the previous day's fatigue still clinging to her. She looked at her room closely and saw her loyal maid Sophie sit in a chair nearby, diligently fixing the ruby-colored necklace and awaiting her lady to awaken.
