"You may be persistent but getting into my castle will be an even bigger fate for you, in fact you may need to exercise a lot of faith to attempt such a feat."
She then makes herself ready to close her double doors.
"So, if there is nothing else I have work to do. Come back when I can see your 'true' self. I may consider a reading then, that is I have not hired someone to do it for me by then."
Krusten closes her door and then locks it. While walking away she makes a chide remark to herself, "Who are all these people that think they can make noise around my castle and then try to get in as well!" She walks back up to her castle's veranda where she plots her next undertaking.
Before retiring for the day she notices that the surroundings have an unusual yet delightful twist she had not seen before. Maybe she was just getting older or perhaps her mystic powers were increasing. Either way she knew she would have a good night's rest because she was at the top of the village.
During the night Krusten dreamed about the people she encountered during the day. She saw herself as the holy angel that needed to vanquish the evil from beneath her. She of course triumphed in the end but not without a battle. The blacksmith seemed especially challenging.
She yawns and stretches, its going to be a good day today she thinks. Krusten can tell because her dream told her about it. Over to her window she draws back her curtains and watches over the village for awhile.
The sun beams on her face reassuring her of what she wants to accomplish. The ray's warmth now surrounds her face as she stands for awhile in an almost motionless state. Pride has gotten her in a set hold over the village and she was not going to let it go, not now, not ever.
Noticing the increasing 'rating' and visits from others to the blacksmith's Krusten frowns a bit knowing that its the blacksmith's plan to remover her as top of the village, but she will have none of it.