She doesn’t know how long she’s been held in the tower.
But she knows that it’s been longer than a month.
The sky changes, darkens and lightens. Rain falls and snow melts. Time moves on.
But the walls and floor of the tower, crafted from stone, remain.
There’s no food in the tower. Yet she doesn’t go hungry.
Her bed is a single slab of granite, impersonal.
She prefers to stand anyway.
The princess can only stare out the window carved into the side of the tower. It has a nice view. Trees peek out from behind the horizon and fields of grass wave at her.
A knight. In armor shining like the sun. He strides through the fields of grass, swinging his sword to clear a path.
She sees him. And he sees her.
She can’t believe it. Finally. Rescue is here. Help is here.
The knight disappears beneath the ledge of the window. He’s starting up the stairs. She can’t hear his footsteps, but she knows that it’s only a matter of time.
The princess smiles. Tears fall down her ashen-pale cheeks.
A hand clutches her chest. Her heart is beating, thundering, with anticipation. Excitement.
Waits for the sound of footsteps, yelling, sword on bone, flesh, rock, anything.
Waits for a knock on the heavy oak door.
Waits for the knight to break it down.
It’s only a matter of time.
She knows that another will come. A knight from a faraway land, a hero in shining armor. One who’ll be strong enough to take the pressure.
And he’ll finally break the silence.
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