The door was flung open suddenly, waking up Seraphine from her short slumber. She groaned as she was not ready to part from her pillows. But the person who barged in seemed not to care.
"Wake up, Lady Seraphine!" the Viscountess raised her voice. For the love of darkness, her voice sounded more like the shrills of a ghoul rather than a human. Seraphine tried to drown out the voice by putting one pillow on top of her face. She tucked the blanket to cover her head and wanted to sleep more.
But the ghoul– the Viscountess grabbed the blanket with such force and threw it on the floor. Seraphine groaned louder again because she missed the comfort of the blanket. The morning air was not exactly warm to her skin.
The next thing she knew, she saw a sliver of light coming into the room because
