Angelica is not your average "Rapunzel" story. Sure, she is locked in a tower, and she does enjoy art..
But she keeps her hair short, and doesn't dream of princes and kings.
Angelica dreams of freedom, and she knows she is not gonna get it from royalty. That is soooo two centuries ago!
Instead, she watches, for she can see everything from her windows in the tower.
The market,
The town,
Even the villages far off, in valleys hidden in the mountains.
Every morning and every evening she watches the sun rise and set, every friday afternoon the market open and people pore in.
She has learned to observe, for there is nothing better to do than watch, and prepare for her escape.
Until she sees an innocent boy killed.
By her mother.
Now, she has to prove it-Or she might just die.
She walks in like the epitome of black girl luxury, but pain follows her. She covers it with bust-down jewelry and white roses.
He's quiet, but his presence is loud in itself. Everyone knows him, but she sees right past him.
She's confident, but he's more confident. She's fierce, but he makes her cower.
Passionate.
SADITIFIED.