His footsteps sounded more quietly as he left the room. The servant only stopping to turn his head and nod to her in a composed manner as he left. The room was now silent... and it was hard to believe that two girls shared that room as Sarah peeked out from under the covers. Looking at Missie as if she was part of some bigger plot. She blinked at Missie knowingly, and turned in her bed, closing her eyes to finally sleep. With a soft sigh, the castle was silent for those next few moments until the sun finally reached its next heights. The candles flickering, as some of the "new staff" wondered how they would survive, and some on how they would fulfill there desired wish.<br/><br/>As the sun rose on this new day, it let light into the Lords room. Marcel raised his hand above the shadows of the couch. His body protected from the sun, but his hand clearly exposed. He watched with wistful eyes, as the light danced between his fingers, casting dark shadows on one end while appearing to look similar to white marble on the other. When Damian entered Marcel's room once more, Marcel closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. Then closed his hand into a fist just as Damian closed the balcony doors, and sliding the curtains over the glass windows.<br/><br/>Marcel opened his ruby like eyes past the blond hair parted over his face. "-And the room is dark once more, until the next dawn..."