tinkerers..

She would look about the work table at the spare pieces of metal and wires. She sighed turning back to the door, a simple design on her side but knew the bars behind were to keep people from entering and exiting freely. She almost wished the screw driver would have worked on the chains that kept her locked to the room. The king had found her potential to make different machines a useful practice. She thought it would be fun at first being allowed to learn the trade, untill she tried to return home. What was left of the place had been burned to ashes as well as anyone inside at the time. Since, the king thought it would be better fitting to treat her only slightly better then an actual prisoner. She had a room with a bed and a desk, no windows to show light or day making the meal deliveries her only way of knowing. She picked up her tools working once more for the King's latest request. She had spent so long but had little idea of how to actually form the request until recently. She sighed as she worked wondering how she could find a way to escape and be free for once...