“All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts.”
William Shakespeare
Katerina stood before the mirror, holding up a dress to her body as the moon began to rise. A scowl covered her beautiful face, it would be her eighteenth birthday, a milestone in her life and she wouldn't be with her mother, her guide, her first everything.
Grabbing a hair band as she tied it back, Katerina headed to the front door of her chamber, leaving it in a hurry. She strolled towards the staircase that led to the corridor and ultimately her escape place.
Her legs carried her as fast as they began to burn, Katerina's vision becoming a tunnel as she was focused upon the door.
As her fingers grasped the knob
