Night Terror

Mircea looked around her, she had woken up in her bed. In her bedchamber. In Slyve. She could tell by the ruby red curtains flying in. Someone had left the windows open, the chilly fall wind was blowing in dropping the temperature of the room. 

The hearth was not lit by a fire like it usually was. Howbeit, there were some candles that dimly lit the chamber. Mircea got up, ready to roll out of the bed when she realised there was someone sleeping beside her. 

It caught her by surprise, she screamed as she jumped out of the bed. The freezing wind only chilled her body further. Mircea noticed she was wearing only a short silk nightgown which was doing nothing to protect her against the harsh wind that was coming through the window.