Annalise fell backwards onto her bed, running her fingers along the satin sheets. Something about Ash fascinated her. The way that she surveyed the room with a stiff back comforted her. She would have to thank her father later for giving her such a gift- someone she felt that she could speak to.<br/><br/>"Please don't go." She murmured, sitting up straight. She admired the way Ash stood with perfect posture and she tried to mimic it. Her father had always got on her about slouching. "It's very rare that father gives me female guards. I mean, the attendants are all girls, but they're afraid of me. Maybe it's because they're afraid of messing up my hair or my dress. I've tried on numerous occasions to speak to them but they just scurry off like timid little mice."<br/><br/>Annalise sighed. She was sleepy but she didn't want to admit it to Ash.<br/><br/>"Tell me about yourself? Where do you come from? I can see what you are... I mean.. you're one of the undead. No offense, but how did you manage to convince my father to get this position?"<br/><br/>Suddenly she recalled a time in Hilden. It was a terrifying moment of her life where she was abducted. The doctors tried a plethora of medicines to calm her but they only affected her memory. Since then, she couldn't remember small details of things from her past. Her father believed they had cured her of her fearful history, when in reality they messed up part of her brain.