Drops of rain splashed against her face, waking Doris from an already dreadful sleep. It was hard to close her eyes for even a moment without worrying about every sound she heard. Every creak made her think someone was coming for her, only to realize it was nothing more than the old palace settling in for the night. Each time she heard footsteps, she tensed until they faded down the hall and far away from her door. When she did finally rest, it was never for long. A chill in the air or rain from outside always woke her like a restart button for her worries. When would they come...