Good. Then off to...

...a guest suite. A small one, only two rooms, but nicely appointed and without a lock on the door.

So neither an external nor internal lock, then. (Lily's always been good at improvising ways to lock other people out of her room, though.) And she doesn't mind small - it's not like she has anything to put in her. She'll explore the rooms briefly, mostly with an eye to seeing if there's food or books already in them. 

Neither are in evidence.

"Is there a library?"

"There is."

"Show me it."

"No. I have other things to do tonight. I will arrange for your food to be brought here, and your training will begin tomorrow."

"Then have a servant show me around."

"You do not give orders here, child."

Of course not, but it's helpful to see how far she can get away with pushing.

"Will you please delegate showing me around, or perhaps - if that is too much to ask - bringing me something to read with my meal, to one of your servants, my Lady?" she asks, as sarcastically as possible. "Surely you are set up to be a good host - ?"

"In fact I am not. It is remarkable how few visitors I receive. And no, I will not be delegating a tour or having a book brought to you. Your negotiating position is not one of strength and I see no reason to encourage the attitude you are taking."

"Then I'll find things myself." Hmm that possibly wasn't pushy enough for a test, but she can tack on the insults she's thinking up if the Demon Queen doesn't react poorly to independence. 

"Obey the guards and do not open locked doors. If you are not here when I come to start your training tomorrow, I will be displeased."

...She feels kinda sick about the brief thought that if it wasn't for all the murder of her people then this would be better than home.

"Are you going to be actually useful tomorrow?"

"If you survive that long, you'll find out."

"You going to kill me?" she asks, trying to suppress the undercurrent of triumph in her voice at having gotten a reaction. 

"Not yet. You might get yourself killed before that time, if you are incautious here."

"Don't do your dirty work yourself?"

"Putting padding on exposed edges is a waste of resources. If you are inattentive enough to cut yourself, I have no use for you."

"A lotta words to excuse being sloppy and careless. Do you cast your people aside like trash too, if they ever stumble?"

Smirk. "Oh child. I know you want me to hit you. Did your parents hit you often, before I killed them? Are you looking for comforting familiarity, or evidence to convince yourself that I am not better than they?"

"For how much you'll let me get away with. Looks like 'a lot' so far."

"I am not as insecure as your mother was. I know that I can reel you in from a longer leash."

She narrows her eyes. "Then what are the rules?" she shouts, failing to keep her voice from cracking. "When will you hurt me? When will you hurt my people? 'Don't open locked doors, be where I tell you when' can't be it."

"It is for now, child. Others will come as you learn more."