You have been locked in a tower your whole life, your mother keeps claiming it’s for your safety. You have no idea you’re the lost princess.

You were sitting in the tower painting when you heard a crash. You looked down from the beam you were sitting on and saw a man.

You jumped down and grabbed the closest thing, a frying pan, and held it up ready to hit him. He put his hands up. “Woah. easy there, little girl.”