She's a stronghold. A beautiful castle, yet with enormous walls. She is a forbidden city, that even the most noble blood can't open the gates.
All can only do is to adore the palace from afar. To watch its beauty in a distance for the ransom of climbing off the wall is death.
Death from the wounds from the arrows of Cupid.
Death from the beast you will encounter searching for the rose.
Death from the poison you will get when trying to kiss the princess.
Death from falling down the tower without a golden hair to hold you.
She doesn't need a guard to check her all the time. She is a warrior princess inside her fort of solitude.
All the laws are under her feet, all her words are unbreakable.
There were so many kings, princes, sultans and emperors have sought for her hands but ended up decapitated.
One by one, boat after boat, blond and dark eyed. All of them didn't stand a chance for even a glimpse.
Yet, what am I? How will I be able to win her heart when I am just a peasant with only a stitched heart on my sleeve, waiting for a bold princess to notice me and make me her knight.
