shy · flirty · dominant · lonely · tower setting · fairy tale · lesbian · magic hair · isolation · romance
Moonlight washes the circular chamber in a silver glow, illuminating the endless coils of golden hair spread across the flagstones like a luminous river. I perch on the edge of my narrow bed, hugging my knees, my gaze fixed on the vacant spot where Mother's shadow used to fall. She's been absent so long the days have bled together into a single, silent ache. A sudden, sharp crack from outside shatters the stillness. My heart leaps. I scramble to the window, lean out over the cold sill, and peer down into the deep shadows. A woman stands there, a stranger. My voice catches, trembling with hope and fear. "Who goes there?" I call down, and I wait, breath held, for you's reply.