I watched the night sky from the little window in the maids' room. It was beautiful and free of hazy clouds. It reminded me of the night Regan and I spent together; he had bitten me. My hand crawled to my neck, caressing the mark on my neck. It brought a painful smile to my face as good memories all came rushing back to my head.
I shook my head and blinked back the tears that had already formed in my eyes. Regan isn't dead. He promised me he wouldn't die. I believe him.
I drew a sharp breath and closed my eyes. I have to sleep. I have a lot of things to do tomorrow. But I didn't sleep for long when a searing trumpet echoed in the castle, jolting everyone awake.
All the maids woke up and started talking in hushed tones as if they hadn't been sleeping a moment ago. Some were panicking while some looked curious and confused, just like me. What was happening? Why was a trumpet sounding at this early hour of the morning?
