It was colder in the room than she remembered... Asmaria tried to move her arms to pull her blanket over herself. Wait... where was her blanket? Why is she sitting up? Not to mention she couldn't even move her wrists. As her eyes opened, her blurry vision started to clear after a few blinks. A ballroom? Looking around, Asmaria began to notice a lot... This wasn't her bedroom at all. Nothing was really processing in her mind just yet, grogginess was overcoming.<br/><br/>There was a voice somewhere in front of her. A welcome to Morningstar Castle? Asmaria blinked a few more times. Taking a thorough look around the room now, she was sitting in a throne, alongside six other girls. Immediately, Asmaria sat up in her chair. It was as if she was jolted awake. Eyes now widened, Asmaria's gut twisted and she felt herself tensing up. The anxiety of being somewhere she doesn't know, also being bound by something to stay there definitely uped her heart rate a few notches. She's in a castle? Who are these other girls? Who is this woman in front of them?! So many questions ran through her mind, her face showing nothing other than she was perturbed.<br/><br/>Others questioned why they were there.<i>This must be a dream... </i>Asmaria jumped as a loud knock came from the door in front of them. The black haired fox slyly smiled to them, calling them little brides. As she looked down, she noticed that she was not wearing her normal clothes... but a white gown embroidered with flower stitching.<i>This isn't a dream.. this is a nightmare. </i>The dress was somehow perfectly fitted, and none of the questions were being answered. The doors opened in front of her and the rest of the woman beside her. Behind them, revealed seven men in line behind another fox. Looking at them somehow intimidated her, as Asmaria trembled in her chair.<br/><br/>There were some who remained quiet, other's who introduced themselves. Any eyes that fell upon her, were met with a quick blush on her cheeks. None of this made sense to her, as breathing was starting to get harder. It was strange knowing she was having a panic attack in a dream. It was feeling so surreal... and everything around her was extremely vivid. Almost like she was actually there. Asmaria closed her eyes,<i>wake up, wake up, wake up. </i>She continued to try to wake herself of this strange nightmare. But to no avail.