Every day had been the same, get up have some food, play the violin, go for a walk in the gardens and then some light reading of the evening. This was her usual routine at home, nothing exciting and nothing new which was fine, but it was somewhat boring especially as her father spent most of his time hunting down Pirates. They barely spent much time together anymore and she missed it. Edward Miller loved his family; they were dear to him and he would do anything for them, but hunting Pirates had become an obsession. So much so he had quite the reputation, everyone knew him, and he was a well-respected high Captain of the Guard even with his brutal ways of killing or arresting Pirates. The Miller family was wealthy, they had lots of money and lots of respect due to her father and he had received plenty of offers for his daughters hand, but he had yet to give it to anyone which all stemmed back to her mother and how protective he was of his daughter. 

Rubbing her eyes, she glanced round the bathroom, she was dressed ready for bed in a simple white nightgown frills adorning the sleeves and the bottom of the dress. Although a part of her wanted to read some more she knew it was best to try and get some rest, her servers had already killed the flames and were no doubt heading to bed themselves after a long day of doing all the chores in the house. Looking away from the wall mounted mirror she splashed water on her face but soon frowned looking towards the door. She could have sworn she heard something. [color=8493ca][i]Maybe I’m imagining it cause I’m tired… but, what if I’m not?[/i][/color]

Rather cautious Evelyn glanced around the bathroom looking for something to defend herself with, sighing with relief as she caught site of a mop in the corner. Sure, they had left it out, it shouldn’t be there, but it could come in handy especially if the noise she heard was an intruder. Gripping it tightly with her hands she moved out of the bathroom quietly, her bare feet felt the cold wood and she couldn’t help but shiver from the cool night air. [color=8493ca][i]Something isn’t right.[/i][/color] 

Feeling her heart race as she took a few more steps into the bedroom she glanced around cautiously, heart hammering away in her chest as she held her breath trying not to make a sound. Hands gripping the mop so tightly her knuckles had turned white. [color=8493ca][i]There[/i][/color]. Frightened eyes caught sight of a shadow, holding her breath as she took a step closer grimacing as the floorboard beneath her creaked from her foot. Without hesitating she brought the mop down with force onto the shadow in complete panic, arms trembled as she had never hit someone or something with anything before. 

Dropping the mop from her hands after the hit she heard it clatter against the floor, this time she chose to run. Heading to her bedroom door as she tried to pull it open, ready to call out for help.