Charlotte tossed and turned in her sleep, as the creature entered her room. Awakening from her slumber she sat up and looked around. A shadow caught her eye, and thought maybe Lord Hayes had returned. But no she was alone. "Well, he might as well be gone... the old goat." The much older Hayes was desperate to have an heir and Charlotte had not bore him one. She had not been with him in over three month... seeing he spends each night with different woman trying to have an heir, but to no success. "Alone..." she muttered at she looked around the room, noticing her beautiful, youthful body in a nearby mirror... being wasted...