With nothing else to do, she went back to her rooms and sat on a yellow cushioned chair. Yellow. Everywhere was yellow. She'd never been fond of it, and certainly not for decorating. From the look of the furniture, she doubted the designer had been creative. Traditional China seemed to be the motif.

She tugged absently at her robe. Where had it come from? Like the furnishings it seemed appropriate for a period drama. How had she gotten there? Who had dressed her?

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