The Man With Silver Hair
Evangeline opened her eyes in a dark room. The candles were extinguished long ago and the heart was cold for days. She felt a cold chill as she did not have any blanket to cover her in the middle of the night.
She blinked and looked around. It did look like a luxurious room of the royal palace but it was not her room. And there was no one who could explain to her what she was doing here?
She was sure that she had been walking in the garden and sat beneath the Wisteria tree. And then she had fallen into the dream. A long forgotten memory where she had spent time with her mother was there.
After the death of her mother, she had been so shocked that it had affected her mind and she had forgotten about her completely. For many years, she had tried to remember her mother but she could never remember anything about it.
But now, her head felt heavy. As if someone had hammered it or hit her with a log of branch. She sat up on the bed and rubbed her head.