The guestroom that Volgorl had stumbled upon was furnished rather basically and blandly, as if this were the last guestroom built and the workers had run out of ornate furniture, said workers having to steal from commoners to ensure that the royal house had every room furnished. There was only one window that was fixed rather high, almost touching the ceiling, faint rays of sunlight touching the floor. While the guestroom itself was an oddity, the young woman in it was even more of a strange sighting. She wore a faded dress that covered most of her body, her skin pale and almost lifeless in appearance. When Volgorl had come in, she had been looking out the window, which allowed the captain to see her gloomy expression. Who was this? And why was Ada here? 
"Excuse me...forgive me for the intrusion, but I couldn't help but notice the rather lonely room here at the end of the hall. My name is Volgorl and I am a Captain in the Royal Guard. Who might you be?" When there wasn't an answer after what seemed like an eternity, Vol spoke again:
"I'm sorry if I offended you by walking in, but my lady, you do not look well. Is there something I can do to help you?" 

Still nothing.

It was then that Vol noticed a writing pad nearby...