It was loud. And always upset. And so was she. No one had told her how hard motherhood would be, and all she wanted to do was sleep - but she couldn't, because she was now Archduchess, and somehow needn't fall asleep in the next half hour. There was an air of exhaustion, and her face was set in a frustrated scowl as she continued to try and keep her eyes open, her head placed in her hands. The lights were still on, candles lighting up the room around the entrance as the paintings on the walls stared at her with eerie, open eyes, unlike hers. The baby was upstairs, sleeping silently in it's cot. God, that tyke.

She didn't mean everything she thought and said, she was just very, severely tired. Her vision was getting blurry from the lack of energy to keep her eyelids open. Eventually, she just gave up and leaned back in the soft, fluffy couch, closing her eyes and starting to fall asleep, until the door was knocked and she jumped. "No, no, not right now.." She complained, but heard the soft click of the lock anyways.