*
Diana knew something was wrong from the moment she woke up. Something just didn’t feel right, but she wasn’t exactly sure what it was. The castle was eerily quiet; too quiet. Something had to be wrong, because she had a gut feeling about this.
She rolled out of bed, keeping her eyes peeled for any piece of information she could get. Maybe it was something in the room which had changed. Or maybe it was something in the air which didn’t seem like it used to.
A knock came on the door just then, and Diana jumped at the sound. She asked who it was, but no sound came. It wasn’t until she heard the gentle tapping of the cane that she realised who it was.
Lord Westerly pushed the door open slowly and stood in the entrance of the room, his eyes fixed on Diana, with a queer smile. He looked
