It wasn’t as if the girl wanted to be in the castle.
When she woke up, she was in the castle, all alone with no one to tell her why she was there or any memory of how she got there.
She cried endlessly while praying before the altar in the chapel, asking God if she had been punished for something she had done that she could not remember. Her tears stained the carpet, and she fell asleep with only her sorrow for comfort.
She wanted to escape from this large prison, and she began searching the hallways, wandering by paintings and cabinets with food inside that she used to sustain herself.
All the doors in the castle were unlocked, save for seven doors at the end of a hallway with golden tapestries. Above all but one door was a stained glass window depicting someone who the girl felt a strong connection to, regardless that she knew not their faces nor their names or personalities.
A faint, soft voice told her to pick one door and only one door, and that would lead her to her future. If she chose to remain in her past, she could choose to stay in the castle.
Eight choices for the girl and she knew not which one to pick. How could she pick when there were so many to pick? The very idea of it startled her, and she only wished she had someone to help her.
She was on her own deciding her own fate.