Rosali listened to his footsteps fading away for just a few moments before getting to work. Every dress she owned had been ripped and torn, but Nyathusk seemed to enjoy forcing her to dress in her ruined finery to remind everyone who saw her that she was a princess, or had been before the kingdom had been stolen. The dress she was wearing now had once been an elegant thing with long, pink silk skirts and a body-hugging corset. Half the corset had been roughly torn away, baring her breasts, and the skirt had been slashed, with patches of fabric cut away completely to expose Rosali's pert young ass and her smooth, bare cunt. She hurried over to the partially open window and knelt down, hurriedly ripping away the remnants of her skirt.<br/><br/>It certainly wouldn't get her all the way to the ground, but she quickly tied the strips of silk together into a makeshift rope. She knew she wasn't the best climber, and any little bit would. The feyblooded girl's bright green eyes darted nervously back towards the open door as she pushed the window open, then peered down.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Oooooh, that's a really nice map! Since it's in the north, is Alumir in a colder region? Not that she has much choice, but how uncomfortable is running away basically naked going to be?<br/><br/>Also, her current plan is to tie her crummy makeshift rope to the window's latch, but if there's anything she can reach outside the window obviously that would be preferable.</div></div>