Cecelia had just started at the castle as a servant. Her father and mother had told her to be proud. Not everyone was allowed to serve the princess so closely. From the rumors she had heard already, she's quite demanding. Why be a servant when she was quite happy learning about her father's trade of being a merchant? No bowing, no yes miss, no miss, I will bend over backwards miss. Her first day and already she's tired of it.<br/><br/>Her first day and she's also lost. Most of the other servants knew there way around this place by heart. The short stubby candle that had been given to her hadn't lasted long. She feels about in the dark, pretty sure she's going in circles. She looks up when she hears footsteps, a little bit of hope flickering to life when she spots candle light.<br/><br/>"Hello, is someone there?," she calls out hopefully.