Rosalee Lennox was not a very happy person. Of course, she had been happy a week ago, but now she was miserable. Precisely one week ago today, she had been out riding in the woods, then woken up several hours later locked in a room. She still wasn't certain where she was, although out the windows she could see only a sea of trees. Somewhere in the forest, and she hadn't seen a single soul since then. But she had heard one. Below her floor, she had heard some sort of roaring, like a beast in terrible pain. She almost wanted to help, but she wasn't sure what sort of creature could make so much noise. Apart from that, she was locked in this cursed room. All that she had to entertain herself was a bed, a dresser filled with clothing that was - oddly enough - all her size, a mirror, and a small shelf that had absolutely nothing on it. That was it. There was an attached bathroom, thankfully, but she was getting quite hungry. The only thing keeping her from starving was the fact that she still had her bag with her when she had been put here. Her food was running out, though, and she knew that she had to venture out of the room and go searching. She pulled one of the pins from her hair, shaking her curls loose. No point in being prim and proper at this point. She had already shed her riding cloak and was walking around in just an ivory dress. It was oddly warm in here. She went over to the door, using the hair pin in the keyhole and wiggling it around slowly until she felt the catch. There. And her father had said this was a poor man's skill. Tsk. She was pleased the servant boy had showed it to her. The door clicked and she tugged it open, seeing that the walls were curved. Hmm.. So she really was in a tower. It was simply a massive one. She hesitated just a moment, then started down the stone stairs, hoping to find a stocked kitchen or somebody who could help her.