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
witch
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.
Ah maybe you can help me, I stand here and look at this tower and dream. I dream of stepping out on its' balcony and seeing a handsome prince coming running towards me.  Hm, it's been a while since I did a prince summoning spell.  It will cost you, fair princess, for my spells do not come freely. I am the daughter of your Queen, surely the fair of the Queen is enough for a spell.  I can take your beauty five years hence, or perhaps your memories when you were two.  What does the princess have to offer, for mere coin and power of men interest me not at all. I need my beauty for my prince but my memories serve me no good. Nothing but heartache from losing my father. Take my memories and my coin.  Your coin you may keep, but your memories will do.  But be careful, princess, for what you seek.  Wishes and reality seldom meet! Ah my heart will be so overjoyed to have my prince.  Oh a perfect prince he will be.  Mortals never seem to heed the warnings I bring... Well let me get some dust from here, for that I will need.  Tell me of this prince you seek.