Young Delphine Eyre slept quietly in her bed as the sun poured into her white room. Even with such a bright room, she remained in a deep sleep. The poor girl had been very ill since she was small, and with her parents dead from the same illness her maid was the only person in her life. She knew no one else her age sadly, and she spent most days in bed anyway. When would the day come where she would be able to roam freely and meet people? She hoped soon, but for now she would dream of such things until her maid could come to wake her.