Hidden amongst the elaborately decorated bedchambers of the Red Keep, Ariha's lay on the east end of the castle and it was probably the plainest room in the entire castle.
With hints of red throughout the entire castle, her room was no exception, a woven red carpet lay in the middle of the stone floor that expanded to her bed, which despite the handmaidens' attempt to come in every morning to make it for her, it always seemed like it had never been touched since her arrival. Two simple wooden dressers sat off to the side even though Ariha only had enough clothing to fill half of one, they still sat there waiting to be filled. On a hook by the door to the room, hung her quiver full of arrows along with her bow that leaned against the wall beneath them, and in the corner following the wall, sat her sword and shield, still covered in the mud from her trip into Paranor.
A window lay inset on the wall directly in front of the door, in hopes that the view would sweep you off your feet the moment you opened the door to the room. A medium sized table sat overlooking the view out the window that seemed to be never without a silver tray of bread, cheese, and chunks of meat, and a jug of water with a single clay goblet to be used throughout the day. Beside the bed sat a small desk that was currently covered in piles plain canvas pushed off to the side to be used later, a quill and ink, and a small stack of note paper.
With hints of red throughout the entire castle, her room was no exception, a woven red carpet lay in the middle of the stone floor that expanded to her bed, which despite the handmaidens' attempt to come in every morning to make it for her, it always seemed like it had never been touched since her arrival. Two simple wooden dressers sat off to the side even though Ariha only had enough clothing to fill half of one, they still sat there waiting to be filled. On a hook by the door to the room, hung her quiver full of arrows along with her bow that leaned against the wall beneath them, and in the corner following the wall, sat her sword and shield, still covered in the mud from her trip into Paranor.
A window lay inset on the wall directly in front of the door, in hopes that the view would sweep you off your feet the moment you opened the door to the room. A medium sized table sat overlooking the view out the window that seemed to be never without a silver tray of bread, cheese, and chunks of meat, and a jug of water with a single clay goblet to be used throughout the day. Beside the bed sat a small desk that was currently covered in piles plain canvas pushed off to the side to be used later, a quill and ink, and a small stack of note paper.
It was simple in all of its regards, but it was perfect for her.
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