With all of their eyes and ears trained on the heavily barred doors, it was no surprise when they all began to hear the low sound of voices in the distance. They pierced through the quiet like the blade of the armies, slicing the air and bleeding it. Quiet gasps responded, and they all shared the  expressions of pure dread. Beneath the rotting edges of the double doors shone a light, dim and distant, but soon to brighten as the venturers neared. The Mistress swallowed dryly, her heart sinking to the pit of her stomach. She very well knew they were found, and couldn't help the guilt that began to poison the fear in her mind, a deadly concoction to say the least. She shifted her numb legs, dispersing the pins and needles up to her knees, the sensation causing her to wince.<br/><br/>However, it was the bold raps at the door that truly made her jump. All the women pulled their children to their chest, trembling and on the verge of tears. The voices were not familiar, nor were the words spoken. They were not guards, for if they were, they would have spoken on behalf of the Mistress' husband. With that in mind, she came to the conclusion that he was dead. It was a bittersweet idea, as she was free from his filthy, sweaty palms, but now she would be facing possible death. In all honesty, she didn't quite know which was worse.<br/><br/>It was a moment frozen in time until the Mistress stood up, brushing her gown off. It was clear that she was the nobleman's wife, as she wore silken clothes in pure white. The fabric hugged at her curves, her pale skin beneath it nearly as clean and untouched. A matching corset hugest her ribs and accentuated her chest. Her dark, burnt chestnut hair was equally as cool toned as her eyes, falling over her shoulders in smooth strands. It framed her angular face, her expression stony. She paced towards the door, having realized that they would be excavated one way or another. It was in their best interest to give themselves up. Behind her, a child began to weep. She unbolted the rusty door, and opened it.<br/><br/>Mistress Danielle stood back, suddenly presented with men. "Welcome" was all she said.