Up at the top of the tower, among the gray clouds, is the prison room. The room is round, with a circumference of about 15 feet. The walls are barren and made of stone; only one barred window gives a view out onto the vast landscape. A small bed and a dirty wooden bucket are the only decorations. The desolate princess spends day and night laying on that small bed, wondering where things went wrong
Prison room, Inside Tower
young princess
doctor
I am the king's doctor. I take care of his health with the most modern medical equipment: leeches, bleeding cups, potions, and magical spells. When the king gets well, then I am celebrated. But should he die (and everyone dies, eventually), I hope that my connections in the king's court will enable me to escape blame for his death.
"Here, princess, you must take your medicine." But, how can I trust you? "I've been your doctor since you were born, why would you not trust me now?" I..I..I..ve been thinking. Why have you not helped my escape from this prison then? "If it were that easy, I would have already done so. You know you were put here when your father died, and the Duke took the throne. He'd have my head if you escaped." But I must escape. I am a growing princess. This small room is making me go crazy. I must get out somehow! "Well, I didn't say I wasn't trying to pull strings..." I refuse to drink your "medicine" anymore! "I know you're frustrated, but being a spoiled brat won't accomplish anything" SPOILED BRAT? You have helped keep me imprisoned here for 18 years. I am the princess! You're nobody. "Helped! Have you not understood a word I've said? You're going stir crazy!" Well what do you expect? I've been locked away in the top of this tower for far to long.