Rama scuttered to the window, fear gripping tightly at her heart as she tried to make sense of where she was and most importantly who she was.
Looking out into the courtyard through the window, she saw servants doing work around, tending to the garden and so forth, while luxurious carriages roamed about, going in and out of the gates.
Breathing heavily, she stepped away from the window and retraced her steps back to stand in front of the full length mirror, staring back at her reflection.
As she approached, her reflection came into focus, and she gasped in disbelief at the sight before her.
Staring back at her was a face she did not recognize, framed by waves of midnight black hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall.
