A not so perfect, perfect fairytale

Five:princess luna

She is beautiful, the girl in the castle. She had curly blond hair pinned up in a perfectly crafted bun, she had piercing blue eyes and blood red lips. She wore a beautiful floor length dress, with a silk light blue skirt with frilly silver lace at the bottom and a light pink top with the same silver Lace the bottom, on the waist. Who are you, she says again. Oops. Ummmm, I say, then Trixie explains everything. Oh dear, says the princess, follow me. We all start running down narrow halls lined with beautiful tapestries. Where are we who are you and where are we going, I whisper-shout. I am Princess Luna, we are in my castle, and I am taking you somewhere safe in my castle where the trolls can't get you. A princess, oh gosh, I suddenly kind of straighten my posture a bit. What are you doing, speed up, Trixie calls. Sorry, not all of us have the luxury of flying, I call back. Trixie makes a grumpy, defeated face. If I have noticed one thing about Trixie, it's that she hates being wrong. We suddenly make an abrupt stop. I see a woman in a black cloak standing in front of the dungeon. I gulp. Your not going anywhere, she says in a low, raspy voice, then cackles.