Once Stella was absolutely sure that her father would be alright, she let the maid show her to her room. Thanking her quietly as she practically collapsed into the old, dusty bed, draping her arm over her eyes as she coughed lightly. It had been a hard afternoon with all the tense feelings and worry, the cold weather certainly not making anything better. Slowly sitting up, she watched the servant work on boosting the fire in the fireplace. "Excuse me, but is there a reason why the owner of this castle is so very agressive?" she asked curiously as she leaned her small body against one of the four bed posts.<br/><br/>As the servants had led them to the eastern wing, Stella had noticed the two, large doors that led off the the northern wing. Since she had spotted those doors, her curiousity lovel had risen through the roof. Wanting to try and sneak a peek at what was absolutely so important behind them, and why it had to be a secret.