Maledetti mused that she would start to her left and circle the room's edge exploring as she went, into every little detail of the room. The walls felt cold meaning they were probably thick as well, with tapestries hanging augustly on each. The first depicted a castle, medieval style, beautiful and prosperous in scenery. Altogether, the work itself was fantastic, yet to the touch delicate as if it were as old as it's picture. She realized that it wouldn't be unusual if it were that old. Maledetti moved on around the art to a small door. It was carved into a cove opening. So genuine, Maledetti pondered opening it for fear of rushing water. Lifting the lever the door popped loose, screeching as a siren would. Twas just a closet, filled with the fairest clothes she'd ever seen. Fashion was something she prided herself on, yet here were the most gorgeous clothes she'd ever laid her eyes upon. "Damn, and they strap this thing on me," she hissed tugging at the bottom of the wrap. Deserting the wardrobe, she continued along the walls edge, passing some wonderful Victorian furniture all upholstered perfectly. Sliding a hand up it's smooth side she examined the dark cherry wood cabinet. Engraved with gold foil was a very detailed picture of an enchanted forest, reminding her of the novel The Lion, the Witch,and the Wardrobe. Half hoping it would reveal the same adventure to her, Maledetti flung both doors ajar with great pressure. The whole cabinet seemed to jump with her as she jumped back from the view in front of her. Weapons, many different assortments. Her hand sprung to her mouth before the sound of her scream could escape and possibly rouse people. Slamming the doors just as she opened them, she forsake the cabinet behind her. The vanity in front of her quickly drew her attention. She took a seat on the stool, drawing up the brush to her hair, she pulled through it bottom to top. Maledetti closed her eyes, loosing her thoughts into a fairy tale dream. Where ever she was, it wasn't so bad; she thought as she weighed the average news of a kidnapping to her own situation. The whole thing was very odd but she was thankful she still breathed life and to her that was enough for now. Rising from her seat she moved on to the desk sitting just beside the vanity. Made from the same wood as the cabinet, Maledetti feared cracking the lid from it's base. However, her curiosity had the better of her as she brought the lid to the top. Neatly laying out was scroll paper, quilt , and canisters. "Well, I've no idea how to write with a feather so I suppose I won't be mailing any letters," she said in sarcasm as she thought the gesture was amusing. she wouldn't be told where she was and wasn't aloud to leave so why would she be given letter materials? A question she decided would be answered later, as she had the lid meet it's base once more. The space between the desk and the bed was bare,casting a dark feeling on that part of the room. Mal ran her hands across the bed as she slunk on top. The bed cover on this bed was thick and satin. The embroidery matched the cabinet picture. She crept over the bed, cautiously keeping her feet up since she wasn't sure if they were dirty or not. The small end table was made of oak and fairly new looking. The oil lamp was an alien object to Mal, she'd rarely ever seen one let alone know how to use one. Contemplating the idea of oil light, she came upon the only window in the room. This window also faced the courtyard but was of a different section where a garden grew brilliantly. The window was also double the size of the other and opened. She spotted the small railing and thin ledge, swinging her feet out the window she stood on the ledge. The plants in the garden were as varied as the assortment of weapons she'd found earlier. She figured her escape would be a painful one if she tried to use this route. Cursing her own fears she stepped back into the room. The tapestry on this wall was of the same castle as the other. However, this one differed in size, having a new addition on it. The fabric itself was also obviously newer but still felt ancient to the touch. "Simply gorgeous," she fashioned the whole room as she'd returned to the main doors. She had passed one more chair on her way. Maledetti felt she'd best do with some rest until she was called upon. She didn't think it wise to remove the wrap and seeing that it felt as if it would never shift, she didn't. The bed was just as comfortable as it looked, welcoming her into a blissful slumber.