Eric just stared. The lady could speak. She was not just a silent apparition. And, she was the prettiest lady he had ever seen in his entire life. He did not have much to compare to, however, as all the ladies he had ever interacted with were the ladies who cleaned his chambers for him, who hardly dared to speak to him, much less look at him in the eye, who hurried away the moment they were done with their tasks. She was a hundred times prettier than them. And, even more amazing, this woman was actually willing to interact with him, which completely emptied his mind of coherent thoughts, and caused him a great deal of butterflies in the stomach.<br/><br/>But then again, perhaps she could be a ghost. Normal living women did not interact with him. Plus, she had suddenly appeared at the rose glass, which caused him to wonder if she had something to do with it. All those years he had spent visiting the rose glass, and this was the first time someone else had appeared. "Are... are you a ghost?" he finally asked, completely ignoring her question. To him, that was the most important thing he had to know. Because if she was... perhaps he could finally get a clue to the mystery of the rose glass, which perhaps had something to do with the curse plaguing him.