A young woman leans against a windowpane and looks out over a city. She's very high up; it's quite a nice view. Even though it's been available to her all her life, every now and then she likes looking at it some more. She should probably go find one of her tutors soon, but for now, she's enjoying her break away from people.
Then the windowpane disappears and she yelps in fear and pitches forward to what will certainly be her untimely demise, and thinks, What, no, I'm not allowed to die, I'm the only heir—
—and instead of a long drop followed by a very sudden stop, she experiences a very short drop followed by a very grassy(?) stop. She blinks and stares at the grass, uncomprehending. It's not like she's never seen grass before, or anything, she's not that sheltered, but... what?
She pushes herself up, and looks around.