The Tower

[jackofallgeeks]

She looked out the window of her room, held loftily in the North Tower, and gazed wistfully over the sea of green and brown that was her father's land. A land which she had not experienced since she was a little child. Since before her mother died... There were guards stationed all around the castle, now; intended, she was sure, to keep her in as much as to keep others out. Maybe more so. 'The world is a dangerous place, my dear,' he would say. 'Not somewhere for a lady.' And so she spent those years in the castle, enduring lessons she never paid attention to, and going through all the 'proper' motions. The wind caressed her silken dress and fluttered through her golden hair. She would not cry. She would not let him bring her to tears.