Not Until We Are Lost

The vampire woke, not in her windowless bedchamber deep in the center of Castle Kenyon -- but in a field. The stars that she had known for centuries were gone; and that was the second thing she noticed. Rayne Kenyon was alone; and that was the third thing -- not a heartbeat for miles.

She stood from the ground. In the distance, she caught the faint lights of the city. And that was the fourth thing. It took very little time to arrive on the outskirts. But this was no city she'd ever seen before. What sort of wizardry was this?

It was a hard thing for her to blend in, wearing the clothing she did. Immediately, she saw the difference between what the citizens here wore and what her royal house was expected to wear. She kept her mother's emerald ring and the jewelry of state (which she concealed), but the rest was exchanged for a pilfered dress of soft cotton and some strange sandals. So garbed, she slipped into the street and walked, learning as she went.