When we got out of the throne room, I stopped fighting because I knew it was useless. Sigmund carried me past many hallways and stepped up some staircases until we reached a bedroom.
As soon as he put me down on the edge of the bed, I examined the room. This bedroom was huge. I thought it was ten times bigger than my room in the Sinclairs' house. It had three doors: he first one was the exit, and the others two were probably for the bathroom and wardrobe.
The walls in bedroom were painted red. Meanwhile, the ceiling was painted white. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. And lastly, the wooden floor was covered in red carpet.
The four posters bed where I was sitting on right now was situated against the wall in the middle of the room. The sheet and covers were white, while the bedcover and pillows were maroon. At the right and left side of bed, there was each a bedside table with a lamp on the top of it.
There were two couches here: the first was at the footboard of the bed, and the last was by the window which was covered with red velvet curtain.
"From now on, this will be your bedroom. Until you can settle down here, you're not allowed to leave this room without the King's or my permission," Sigmund informed me.
"You can't lock me up in this room the whole time," I protested.
"Of course I can," he retorted.
"How about my food? There's no food here. Will you let me starve to die?" I argued.
"Don't worry about it! Food will be brought to you three times a day," he said.
"What if I need to use the bathroom?" I asked dumbly, although I knew that one of the doors in this room might led to the bathroom.
He cupped my chin and made me to look at my left side. "The bathroom is over there. You look like a mess. Take a shower now! The King doesn't like something filthy in his palace."
"You want me to take a bath in the middle of the night? No way! It's freezing in here. Besides, taking a bath at night is not good for health," I refused.
"Do what I say now or I'll drag you to the bathroom and bathe you myself," he threatened.
I gritted my teeth in annoyance. "Fine, you win."
"Then, what are you waiting for? Go to the bathroom now!" he snapped at me.
Startled, I jumped to my feet and rushed into the bathroom.
I was in the point of closing the door when suddenly I remembered something important. I stuck my head out and said, "Wait! How about my clothes? I don't have other clothes except for what I am wearing now."
"The wardrobe is over there." He pointed to a door next the bathroom. "There are hundreds clothes and shoes waiting for to be worn."
"What if the clothes-"
"If the clothes does not fit you," he interrupted, "I will call the royal seamstress tomorrow. He will find your size and make beautiful clothes for you."
"But-"
"No buts," he interjected. "Go to the bathroom! Now!"
"Fine. No peeking! Do you understand?" I warned him.
"I'm not interested in your body shape. So why should I take a peep?" He grinned mockingly.
"Oh God, how rude he is!" I said in my mind angrily. Before he could tease me further, I slammed the door shut and locked it.
"I have to go now. But I will be back shortly to make sure you follow my order," Sigmund shouted at the other side of the door.
"Whatever!" I grumbled.
