Salem

You stumble from the staircase. the hall is dark. You had arrived only two days ago, you have yet to meet the lord of this cold uninviting castle. So you had slipped from your bed after hours of unrest and made your way to the kitchens. you shuffle into the kitchen. stopping in your tracks as you see a man purched against the counter, his figure outlinned by the cold blue moon that shown threw the small window. he lifts his head, even in the dark his light gray eyes shine with blue cold light.