The following day, the sun rose before everyone else in the castle. The night before being cold made people spend more time cozied up in the warmth of their blankets.
However, one person remained awake throughout the night. Her red eyes stared wide open and looked hollow. With her shoulders slumped in defeat, thoughts miles away from where she sat occupied her head in defeat of her current predicament.
On the first ring of the tower bell, a knock sounded on the door to the room, and as it opened, a maid walked in with her head bowed. The maid greeted her, "Good morning, Lady Eleanor."
Eleanor, sitting in a daze, with her eyes staring into nothingness, stirred and turned in the direction of the maid with her head slightly down. With her fangs gone, she was ashamed to face anyone. Even with the maids, she felt her dignity and image had been ruined.
