She had seen many a prince come to her aid, only for each to fail in rescuing her from the tower. There was some sort of barrier that none of them could break through and it is what has kept here in that god forsaken place for 3 decades. She was 37 now and bored as hell. She had read all of the books in her possession at least 3 times each and no one but her mother, the witch, could pass through the barrier and bring her stuff, but she stopped coming by when Lunawyn was 13, just left after one of her visits and never came back again. Luckily she had put the automation in place so that every day the magic cabinet would teeter and totter and shake violently for a few seconds, then voila, food for the day; she would have been dead a long time ago if not for that. There was a door that could never be opened, at least not by her or any of the dummy princes that came by, and she couldn’t just jump out the sole window peering out into the world because there was some sort of field that stopped her. It was like running into a brick wall and she learned her lesson after the first time she tried to run and jump out the window.

The princes that came by were fewer and fewer as she got older and by the time she turned 25 she seemed to have aged out of the ideal damsel in distress archetype, so princes started looking elsewhere for their princesses. She might get the occasional one stopping by, but more often then not, it was because they were lost. Maybe once or twice a year, some sorcerer or magic student would come and try a few things, but they all failed as well. There was one older wizard, Hagglebeard, that would stop by twice a year as he migrated from north to south and back again so that he was in perpetual summer, he couldn’t stand the cold. It was really the only time she got to just talk with someone and he would inform her of all the things happening in the world and she would just yearn to get out there and experience it for herself.

Suddenly, and image popped into her head from a description Hagglebeard once portrayed to her about how beautiful the poppy fields in the south were and that the seeds of the poppy flower could get you “high as fuck,” his exact words. She then felt a primal rage swell up from deep within from losing out on so much experience because she had been locked away most of her life and just lost her shit. She started stomping around the room furiously and shadow-boxed vague visions of what the people that did this to her might look like. She was expending so much energy and rage that she started getting tunnel vision and completely lost track of spatial awareness. She heard a big *crack* which snapped her out of her rage and when her vision cleared she found her arm all the way through the wall, she had punched out a brick and made a hole in the wall. The curious thing she thought was that her arm was all the way through and yet her hand made no contact with anything beyond the brick she punched out of the wall. In her experiments with the field that blocked her escape from the window, she had concluded that the barrier was hugging the tower, that the field would be like a blanket draped over an object and would virtually be touching all parts of the outer structure, but her hand was beyond where she assumed the field would be and suddenly thought popped into her head, maybe the one(s) whom did this to her sealed the window and the door since they were the only means of accessing the tower and had not expended the energy and magic to wrap the whole thing. With this in mind she started trying to remove more of the bricks and little by little she made the hole larger until it was big enough for her to stick her upper body through and take a peek. As she stuck her head through, then shoulder she was met with zero resistance as she was able to pop her head out on the other side. This was her ticket out of here, this was the start of her new life!