She was laying on a bed, an extremely grand one at that. It was made from old dark, mahogany wood, tarnished with gold plates around the pillar posts, that reached high above her, almost touching the ceiling. They were draped with satin silk curtains, the colours of deep red, like the sheets which lay underneath her. The room had a dark aura to it, candlelight flames were mounted to the walls. She looked up and saw the mirrored ceiling tiles, which gave her a better view of her situation.