The first thing I did when I entered my bedroom, before walking over to the bed with my shoulders slumped and tears flowing down my face in large streams, was to close the door behind my using some of my strength. It slammed against the doorframe but I didn't care much for that. I reached over for the key in the keyhole and twisted it so violently that it almost broke. It would have been better if it did, that way I would be able to lock myself in that room forever without a chance of ever leaving.
No, that would be counterintuitive because I wasn't supposed to be in the palace at all. At the time, I was filled with so many emotions that were clashing in me. I felt angry enough that I slammed the door against the doorframe, but sad enough that I wanted to be alone for a long time and lock
