She groaned, stopped herself, to take a calming breath, and walked toward the door. Just like everything else, even the door was unnecessarily big.
She gave a light knock and waited. Wondering if all that she was told was just a mix of jealous? She couldn't imagine Brother Beorn being that way, but given his rank, she wouldn't be surprised it that was the case, then there was the matter of the Prince. He genuinely seemed kind and considerate. Illness does that. She knew that well. The Patriarch, he would be a problem. He wasn't jealous, he was..ambitious. He seemed to have some plan for the new King, already, and wanted someone that could manipulate him which told her that the King might not be so bright either, or at the very least, didn't have many people could trust.
She would have to get a feel for him before deciding how to proceed but she figured she couldn't exactly play nice. She wasn't vain, but nor was she blind, she was aware that she was attractive, and all manner of men have tried to either talk her to bed, or take her, she was always smart or strong enough to fend them off.
Royalty is another matter. Brother Beorn said her life wasn't in any danger, which would be good if the King had always been king, he was new to the role, which means he might try to test his power, his range, and with someone like her, a foreign woman with no last name, she could be the perfect experiment. She had to be strong though, she could play the magical gypsy, make him a little nervous about hurting her, that worked before, but that was for lesser minded men, or religious ones. She would have to read him well before deciding what to do.
Taking a breath, she watched the door. This was not ideal.