Shadow leaned against the red wooden pillar, staring rather blankly ahead. Servants often went out of their way to either avoid her or stare at her fearfully. She was waiting for Annabella to finish changing out of her dress and into more suitable clothes for a walk in the palace's large garden. She watched, listened, and waited some more; thinking about the way the sun was already beginning its decent. They wouldn't have much time at this rate. Annabella's father would never allow his daughter to roam the grounds at night, much less with a demon. He loathed Shadow, mainly because she didn't listen to anybody except for Annabella, especially him. While it was in her nature to be attracted to such a peaceful, quite place in the dark of night, Shadow found herself lingering more and more inside or just outside of Annabella's room. It was as if danger was lurking just around the corner; not a threat to her, but menacing all the same.