A.N The Stories Mine the characters aren't. All Credit goes to Richelle Mead.
Anonymous POV
There was a hallway, and a door. A very strange door. A door which bared the famous dragon of the Dragomir crest. Although it was not a plaque on which the crest was etched...it had been burnt into the wood of the door. There was still smoke coming off of the mark....it was fresh still warm to the touch.
Fingers reached out for the door...reached out to caress the singed wood, to trace the contours of the Dragomir crest, and as those fingers so delicately and lovingly traced, they picked up the residue trapped in the grooves staining them in a thick black soot.