Parted hair

Zehra Flint could feel the warm but yet delicate april sun, although she has no idea what time it is. Morning or noon? Either way it doesn't really pay a big important role considering the unfavourable position she found herself into.

To get into proper specifications, she isn't in her room although this place is comfortable. The windows a couple of meters near, seem to be coated with metal bars from the outside, and Flint can only see another wall a few meters behind the bars.

Which gives a bit of a hunch that the lady is a prisoner here, considering not remembering just how the hell she got here.

Apart from all of that, this room isn't that bad. The lady woke up over a nice comfortable bed, on the right she found nice luxurious food such as hawk meat accompanied by sliced bread and boiled eggs.

"This can't be King Mendebal's work." She whispered, trying to find a way out of here. Upon attempt, Flint found out that the door has been barred from the other side.