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.
What is it that you are working on here? Oh - forgive my my Lady, I did not realise you were here.  No worries, sir. But the question stands. I am merely doing some pruning, my Lady, in order to earn an honest crust  I figured as much, but what is this that you are working on?? They are blue roses, Lady. I understand that they are native to this region specifically  Blue roses for a garden, you mean? Yes my lady. Which conveniently happen to be growing in pots in this stone tower. I see, well it seems to be shaping up quite well. I pride myself on having a green finger, my Lady.  So what have you worked on before this stone tower then? I do any work that comes my way, my Lady. What I long for is a steady income, though. 