The night breeze was cool as it drifted through the study, ruffling the curtains and fluttering the papers that lined the desk. The room was quiet, save for the scratching of the pen, and the steady 'tick-tick' of the clock on the wall. There was only one occupant in the room, and she sat with her back to the window, her dark hair catching the moonlight and shimmering like blue silk. She seemed absorbed in her writing, her gaze focused as the pen scribbled across the paper once, twice, and then again. The silent spell was broken by the slamming of the door, which had been thrown open and nearly came flying off it's hinges as a harried looking courier entered the room.