The soft sound of her heels walking along the floor echoed in the nearly empty floor.  Lyra noticed that the ball had decreased in attendance rather quickly since the Princess had decided to retire for the evening.  Opening the door, the handmaiden felt the few eyes look directly towards her only to return to their normal activities.  Nobody would stare at a handmaiden for so long as she was unimportant enough to even deserve a bit of an attention.  Moving along the floor, she moved with a quick pace as she desperately went searching for the Slaugh King.<br/><br/>Not finding him inside, she opened the doors and began to walk through the gardens.  Lyra's white silk of her gown extremely contrasted against the dark of the night.  Walking along like an angel who had come down to Earth, Lyra squinted through the darkness as she searched for her fears.  Slowing her pace, she focused on the pitch black night in all of the corners as the terrified handmaiden walked along the path as if it were filled with broken glass.  She could feel that she was not alone and she knew that she must be getting close to him.<br/><br/>Him or the darkness that seemed to surround her.