The old lady eyed Chiara slowly before nodding in a short sharp way, "Follow me." she called and turned on her heels, for an old woman and for one seemingly so slow her mind was still quick, she kept an eye on the girls as she moved through the house.
She lead them away from the kitchens, through the main hallway and into the servants halls around the back of the house. The lights hanging from the ceilings were low and cast a ghostly look on the paintings that hung on the walls.
Charlotte looked around slowly, she looked out the windows into the pitch black night - there was nothing familiar here, except when her eyes focused on the glass she saw her reflection. It was distraught, tired and pathetically pale, she turned from the sight and instead focused on the paintings.
The old lady stopped at the end of the hall, leading them up the narrow staircase and unlocked the door that stood at the top, she turned to the girls, "This is where you will be allowed to sleep. Unless the gentlemen of the house have other ideas." she called in a weak cackle of a voice as she ushered the girls in.
It was small, with two beds on either end of the room, a door directly ahead stood open a bath and toilet visible in the shadowy darkness, the old lady flicked the light switch and turned to leave, "You will start your training in the morning, best figure out what you're both best at ey..." she turned from the girls and closed the door.
The room was silent for a moment, then the loud locking sound came as they were locked in.
Charlotte sighed softly and sat on the first bed, finally, some warmth, she looked over to Chiara and smiled softly, "At least we have beds now..." she mumbled gently, despite what had happened she was grateful for the quilt and the pillow.