My husband was washing in the bathroom on the second floor (private house). He was locked up in the castle, and he was enchanted. I couldn’t open it from the outside or from the inside. He had to go out the window (there is no difficulty, on the roof of the veranda).
That same evening, the neighbor told his husband in a conspiracy tone that he had seen a coward escaping from our window. The husband was not confused and said, “Yes, I know, it’s mine.”