Maya sat on the wooden chair with her arms in her lap. This was the seventh time she had sat on the chair since returning to her room after breakfast. She had also lain down, paced her room, and stared out the window the same number of times.
She was bored. She didn't think it was possible to be bored considering the circumstances she was in, but Maya feared she might start clawing at her hair the longer she stayed cooped up in this room.
In Father's mansion, though she wasn't allowed to leave the compound without him, there were many activities she could engage in: crocheting, painting, reading, and even dancing.
She could also ride horses around the huge compound. They also had a garden where she could walk around and smell the flowers, and fountains that birds loved to drink from. She would spend a significant amount of time bird watching.
