Xperia 3.4

Arellia paced inside her room, dressed in her full ceremonial garments, her irritation growing by the second. Charles had locked her inside, and had sealed the hidden passage so she couldn’t leave unless she knew how to pick locks.
Her teeth pinched her lip and she cursed. She marched straight to her dressing tables and snatched up a hairpin. She then charged into the door and shoved the pin deep into the lock. It was one of the many skills she sometimes wished she had.
The many books she had always described some form on loop that could be hook and lifted yet when her hairpin rattled into the lock it felt nothing but the edges. She peeked into the small hole to find something if anything. Her peephole revealed another eye staring back at her.