Noise hummed in the background as Margaret opened her eyes; she recognized it as the anxious pacings and discussions of those she now resided with. The mansion was abuzz with the sound of servants fluttering through the halls, it sounded like they were making preparations. Just behind the wall that her bed rested against she could hear Anthony pacing restlessly, conferring with someone as to whether he should wake Margaret up immediately or wait until she woke up of her own accord. What could possibly be wrong? Why was Anthony worried? She was puzzled, perhaps a little concerned, but recent events had changed her life— she felt as if nothing he told her could possibly do more harm than what she had experienced in the past week, because she had nothing left to lose.
Well, except for her si
