A large tower stretches high into the sky. It is made of gray stone blocks, some of which have softened edges illustrating aged signs of wear. Sparse grass grows around the base of the tower, dwindling down to nothing near the dark open doorway at the tower's front. A few rays of light shine into the doorway and brighten a rough stone floor, with specks of dust being illuminated by the sun's rays.
In Front of a Stone Tower, Outside Tower
worker
a princess
I'm the princess of the small village on the creek. I am looking for a prince. I'm very loving and compassionate towards others.
Hello workman!  How is your day? I'm doing alright. How about you your majesty? I'm wonderful.  I was wondering, do you think the tales of princesses kissing frogs who turn into princes are true, or are they old wives' tales? Haha I always assumed they were fairy tales but I guess there is only one way to find out. Let's start with a hug  *hugs frog and nothing happens*  Hmmmmm Unfortunately I think it's a kiss or nothing. But you know if you're looking for someone to be your prince... W-w-why, workman!   I stammer, looking at you with new eyes  I've always treated you with compassion and as an equal, but have had it drilled into my head that I must marry a prince. Well technically if you married me I would then be a prince. Haha or you could just go for the frog. That is true, kind workman!  I wonder if my father would see it the same way! He probably wouldn't, but I don' think he'd appreciate a frog either. Worst case I guess he'd just hang me in the gallows. Father wouldn't do that!  *kisses you sweetly*  If you want to marry me, you'll have to ask his permission though. I can do that but maybe we can have dinner first?