The princess sat, pondering what to do. Michal had gone out to fetch groceries and here she was, stuck in a room. It was for her own good apparently, but she hardly agreed to that. She was supposed to be learning about the other rulers of in the world of Taakeira. She wouldn't be able to that by sitting in a room all day. But if she left without warning Michal would have her head- figuratively of course. If he actually had her head her parents would do terrible things to him. She didn't want that to happen to him.
Sighing, Valencia rose from the bed and began looking through some of Michal's bags, wondering if she'd be able to find a sword to practice with. He'd promised to teach her sometime during their travels. Then again, she always wanted to be on the move and that left little down time for her to learn. Wait, why was she looking in this bag? Wouldn't he have any swords he owned with him? Valencia laughed a bit as soon as she realized her mistake.
Hmm, if she couldn't practice fighting she could at least practice her magic. It wasn't uncommon for people in her land to practice magic, but other countries varied. The small girl twirled around the room happily before carefully positioning her fingers. Her index finger was slightly raised, while her middle finger drooped down. Her ring finger and thumb hung in a ling with her hand. Her pinky twitched a bit before settling into place, raised higher than any of the other appendages. Closing her eyes, she let out a deep breath and flicked her wrist up. The furniture and decorations around her rose quickly. She opened her eyes and smiled, concentrating on moving the bed and then the vanity.
"Lovely!" she declared, setting the large pieces of furniture down as carefully as she could. Valencia then started to twist her wrist, making the candles she had floating turn in a circle. She began twirling them faster and faster until they looked like a fire tornado. She laughed happily and her smile widened.
Her joy was interrupted by an abrupt knock on the door. It shattered her concentration and the candles began to fall. Valencia reacted quickly, keeping the candles from setting the floor on fire, though a few drops of hot wax had dripped onto the floor. She groaned before turning to look at the door. "Yes? Michal is that you? You may come in," she called before setting the candles back in their place. She could only pray that he wouldn't punish her for this.