The day of the mysterious meeting with the yellow flower sender came and passed, or at least Kel supposed it had. She'd been confined to her room entirely for the past week, and all the days had begun to blur together.
"Ninety-eight… Ninety-nine… One hundred," Kel sighed, flopping back onto her bed. This was the fifth time she'd counted the ceiling tiles since the beginning of her confinement.
She thought briefly about finding a way to measure the tiles and then figuring out the total area of the room. What would she do with that information? Well, nothing, but at least it would kill some time.
"Maybe I should go back outside," she groaned, rolling to face the double doors leading to the small terrace.
In all her years of training as a soldier and a princess, nothing had prepared her for what to do… when there was nothing to do.
