The morning found Margaret up and roaming the halls, heels clicking against the back marble floor as she made her way tout the as stairs thar would lead her to the main floor. She paused however before she turned the next corner, head tilting in thought as she wondered where Marilyn slept. Humming softly and spinning on her heel she began to search the floor door by door until she found Marilyn's room. Reaching the final door and opening it slowly she found a four-poster bed with gray curtains surrounding it. Her golden eyes taking  in the gray painted walls and white rug in the center, her head tilting to the side as he spots a white dresser and white vanity along with a set of oak doors that lead to another room if she guessed right. Moving into the beautiful room with quiet steps -she knew how to walk with heels- she made her way towards the bed an paused just before reaching the edge of its wooden frame. 

Eyes that seemed golden with slit-like pupils watched her, eyes narrowing Margaret moved toward the bed and pulled the curtains aside. Marilyn lay asleep on her side, golden locks spilling freely around her curled up form, hee face seemed paler and small drops of blood decorated her pillow and white-silken sheets. Margaret felt anger coil in her stomach at the sight and reached forward, only to still completely when a powerful gray-flecked white tail wrapped around her wrist. Eros watched her ashe reared up from where he lay beside Marilyn, head tilting as his tongue flicked out to test the air, Margaret managed to smooth her face and form a smile and add a tone of confusion into her voice. 

"I'd just like to wake her, it's not good to sleep all day. The storm's past for now so I wanted to spend some time with her. Is that alright?" Eros merely flicked his tongue out again, his tail tightening around her wrist until Margaret winced, he released and dropped his tail back onto the sheets after a moment more of the tight pressure. 

[i]What's it doing? Protecting her? As if a snake can do that, he might be long but he's still young. Pathetic really.[/i] Margaret offered a falsely sweet smile and reached forward towards Marilyn, the snake made her uneasy, it seemed more human that reptile. Hiding a shudder when Eros drew closer and watched her hand as it touched Marilyn's shoulder she silently wished death to the snake. [@pyroman]