Far from the dark and frightening palace, outside the old and huge walls, in a room that suggested the poverty of its owner, who was strangely still asleep until this time of the day, the door opened quietly, and a woman with a blazing, fiery red hair stepped inside. A smile occupied her beautiful face. Despite the little wrinkles the woman had, yet she still looked so beautiful, which was what made the Duke of Ambershire find it rather too hard to stay away.
She moved forward, where her 18-year-old daughter slept on her bed in a chaotic manner. The blanket was on the floor, and the girl's head was hanging out of the bed with an open mouth, which had a beautiful ting of dark red color to it.
