Her lashes fluttered open, flicking little teardrops off them and onto her nose. Blinking, the lady sat up slowly, running her dainty hand through her long, flowing orange hair. Her fingers caught in a knot, and yanking hard, she found she couldn’t extract her hand from the hair. Her eyes frantically flickered over her surroundings, taking in the the strangely plain brown walls and floor. Looking down, she noticed she was wearing a pale blue dress, old-fashioned and rather worn. The lady’s pale skin almost glowed in contrast, and she found herself wondering not where she was, or why she was there, or how she had gotten there, but she wondered who had taken her to that place. The last thing she could remember was… nothing. What was there to remember? She couldn’t figure it out.
Just then, a small door that she hadn’t noticed before swung open, and a charming young man walked into the room.
“Let me help you with that,” he murmured, motioning to her hair. He untangled her hand, and grasped it when it was