I thought today would be the day. It's my thirtieth birthday, if I were to be saved by my true love, it would be today. I'm so sick and tired of waiting for a man that I'm supposed to love that I've never even met. It's all in the profecy father told me when I was little; I get trapped in a tower, and I'll be saved by my true love soon after. Well, it's been much longer than 'soon'. No, I'm getting out today.

I run to my room to grab several dresses from my closet. I tie them together as tightly as I can. I won't be needing them if I won't be rescued. I run to the window, tie one end of my rope of dresses to a sturdy post, and throw the other end out. I shudder as I realize how far down the groud really is, but I remind myself that I need to do this. I've been waiting around for thirty years, this is something that I need to do for myself.

I shakily grab the dresses, and step out. The dresses pull tight on the wooden post, but I keep a firm grip. I slowly begin to climb down, and all I can think about is how relieved I am. I'm finally nearing the ground. I'll see father again, and my little sister. I'll get to see what the world is like now after so long. I'll get to live.

Before I know it, my feet are on the Earth. I made it. I let out a deep sigh as I collect my thoughts. After a moment of just standing, I turn and begin walking away from that awful tower but before I can walk more than three steps, I stop myself. I see a man in poorly fitted armour, no helmet, and a rusted sword.

I speak loudly. "Who are you?" It feels weird to speak to someone.

"I'm Lester, " The half-knight responded. "Who are you?"

"Holly, Princess of the Garden Kingdom."

Before I can continue, Lester cut me off, almost shouting. "You're the Garden Princess?"

"Uh huh."

"Oh, shoot!" He cried out as he dropped his sword and sulked like a whining todler. "Oh shoot, oh shoot, oh shoot!"

"What on Earth is the matter?"

"You're here! Why aren't you in your tower?"

I pause for a moment, still trying to put the peices together. "... I saved myself."

"You weren't supposed to save yourself! That was my job!"

My eyes widen. It's him. This whining, crying, flimsy mess of a knight was prophesied to be my savior and true love? Absolutely not. "You're my prince?"

He continued to whine, ignoring me as he kicked rocks.

"Answer me!" I yell as I step towards him. "Are you my prince?"

"Yes! Yes, I'm your prince."

"Well, what the hell took you so long?" I continue to shout.

He stepped back. "Well, my father said that we'd marry once I saved you, and I just wasn't... ready for a commited relationship...?"

My jaw drops. I just turn and walk away as my eye violently twitches.

I wasted thirty years of my life because some childish prince wasn't ready for me?