Kayeni watched in slight confusion as her comment on kale sent him into a tizzy - really, what was wrong with a leafy green vegetable that would send him into such a flurry? Maybe it wasn't her comment on food, but something else?
She didn't know. She could only watch in slight bewilderment as he hurried away before even making sure she was inside the room. She stepped inside, and the doors closed behind her as... crap. iIn all of his excitement - or whatever it was - over her comment on kale, she had forgotten to check out the door and the amount of guards behind it.
So now she had no idea what was waiting for her outside her door, with no reasonable excuse to check, and hence no way out. At least, for now. At least, there was a window, and the ground didn't look too far away.
Briefly exploring the chambers she had been given - they were actually quite nice, considering what she had been expecting - she came to quite a dead end. She was - essentially - a prisoner in her room without much reason to go out, despite her desperate want to go out and release some of her energy somehow. The amount of scorn she had taken from the prince, the way that the entire council had stared at her - she had pushed it all down, but somehow, she always needed it to come back up at a later point. She couldn't exactly do much about it in here. Or, at least, not now.
There was always the window. Crossing quickly over to it, she was relieved that it was most definitely openable. But, by how much?
She unlatched it and gave the window frame a tenatative pull. It didn't budge.
She silently cursed. No way there really wasn't any way for her to get out. She gave it a really big pull, all the pent-up annoyance going with it, and instantly regretted it as it pulled free of the frame and went crashing right into her face.
Ouch.
The window juddered in silent protest, but thankfully stopped moving as she fell - hard - onto her bum on the floor. She could almost feel the red line that went down her face and stomach where the edge of the window hit her, and she looked angrily at the window, which had stopped juddering and was now peacefully open.
Rule number one - apparently, the windows are a bit stiff and only need a bit of force. Although, it would have been nice to know that before she tried pulling it.
Quickly checking to make sure she wasn't bleeding - she wasn't, but there'd be a mark of an angry red line down her for the rest of the day - she picked herself up, and furitively peeked outside, just to hear the door creak open behind her. Whipping around, she looked at the guards who had opened her door and peeked inside.
"Your highness, are you alright?" the guard who was looking inside tentatively asked her.
She waved her hand dismissingly, preferring not to spend much more time talking to them. The sooner she could be out, the better. "Yes, yes, I'm fine. Just a bit of trouble opening the window." She hoped they couldn't see the red line down her face.
"You can go now. I'm fine," she added on when the guard hesitated. Bowing silently, he shut the door, and the moment the door closed, Kayeni boosted herself off the windowsill, eyeing the room with a moreo practiced eye.
What could she use? Clearly, her privacy could be invaded at any time by the guards, and while she inwardly seethed at it, she couldn't exactly do anything about it. Potentially she could tell them? Or - aha. Now, that was a plan indeed.
Stalking over to the door, she rapped her knuckles on it. How ironic it was, she idly mused, that she had to knock on her own door to let herself out. It was like she was on the outside - and really, after a bit of consideration, she technically was after all. They wanted her confined in this room.
The door - yet again - creaked open, and this time from the limited view that she had, she could also see that there were... at least four guards along the corridor between her and her escort.
Jeez. Talk about overkill much? If Kayeni had been in Bjorn's shoes, she would have allocated three at a maximum. Maybe four. But from what she could see, there were far more than four.
Attempting to ignore them, and attempting to ignore how she really was supposed to be trapped in here, she spoke to the same guard that had opened her door earlier.
"Private?" Without waiting for a confirmation, she steamrolled on. "Private, I'd prefer if I was to be left alone for the next few hours. I would prefer it if you didn't disturb me until otherwise." That also includes opening the door if you hear any other sounds, she was tempted to say - but withheld it at the tip of her tongue. Her tone wasn't the most pleasant tone she had used - it had a more hard, grating edge that commanded that she be obeyed. One that she hadn't used against the prince.
"Understood?" The guard just looked at her and nodded, a bit fearfully this time, before retreating and closing the door behind him.
Sighing in relief, she turned away from the door, and zeroed in on her next task - blocking the door. She didn't want anybody - anybody, even her little dinner invitation - to disturb her.
The small drawer over here was probably more decorative than useful - it's drawers were empty, anyway - however Kayeni, after briefuly sizing it up, decided it would be light and small enough for her to carry, but not so heavy that it would be a struggle.
Setting her mind to it, she put her arms around it and heaved. It was slightly heavier than she expected, but she managed to pick it up, and carry it to the door.
The only problem was, midway, she tilted the drawers at an angle such that one rolled out and fell onto the floor with a rather loud thunk. Freezing, she waited for the door to open and to be questioned - but no-one opened it this time.
She counted to ten, and still, no-one opened the door.
Thank the gods. More gently now, leaving the fallen drawer behind, she moved towards the door, and infinitesimally slowly lowered it to the ground in front of the door.
Now the door was - more or less - blockaded. She wouldn't be disturbed for a bit.
At least, that was if she planned on staying in the room. The window was still invitingly open.
(Way too long ToT)