Chants of birds mixed with bells. Smells of wood, dust and Bloody Crane's-bill filled her feet 'till her skull. As in an everlasting dream where her soul was detached from the body, all she did was to float around the stone castle. She thought of past lives she may have never had, but yet were lived in her subconscious day by day since she was a shy little girl. Years of practice on how to avoid the dark stairs, the best spots in the dinning room, the secrets to open some doors. But now she's a woman, free to climb those walls, free to fly those skies, free to even be a slave if she wanted to. She just wanted that aura with her all the time, and one day she even thought "I wouldn't mind having lived here ages ago, could've even been as a servant". And she had no idea as how ironically this idea served her well. By the the end of three weeks she had to be taken away from the scenario of her dreams, just to be rearranged in her belonging rainy-jungle castle, again, as a servant.
We servants know the castle better than the kings.
