Lightning struck far outside the castle and the dimly lit room, brifely iluminateing the dusk coated book shelves.
The fire place and its blazing logs created a crackling sound that gave the room a Cozy feeling contrasting nicely with the pattering of rain on the nearby stained glass window. The room itself holds a warm air to it, unlike outside where the cold bites harshly at the nearby towns folk. In the middle of the room sits a woman, who is comfortably curled up in the plush leather armchair facing the fire place, while holding a worn copy of wuthring hieghts. she sighs softly while closing her book and gazes out through the window and at the shimmering lights of the village that resides a mile away from the bottom of the hill.
The fire place and its blazing logs created a crackling sound that gave the room a Cozy feeling contrasting nicely with the pattering of rain on the nearby stained glass window. The room itself holds a warm air to it, unlike outside where the cold bites harshly at the nearby towns folk. In the middle of the room sits a woman, who is comfortably curled up in the plush leather armchair facing the fire place, while holding a worn copy of wuthring hieghts. she sighs softly while closing her book and gazes out through the window and at the shimmering lights of the village that resides a mile away from the bottom of the hill.
