Thorns dug into your sides, your blood coating the cruel spikes. How many times have you tried to escape? Only to learn your lesson within the wretched walls of the cursed castle you were confined to. To be hurt even by what surrounded it. You pull away from the thorns, the outside corridor was made up of rose bushes with the largest thorns you've ever seen. Another desperate attempt, this was getting pathetic on your part. Really.

You walked down the corridor, leaving the temptation of escaping in the back of your mind. The only thing on your mind was to patch up the nicks, scratches, and some nasty cuts from the thorns you had meddled with earlier. The fog that loomed over the entire castle seemed to grow thicker, not that it would ever go away, and as you reach the castle you sigh. The grandeur doors open for you, this sentient castle feels straight out of a children's fairytale but it's sadly your reality. The inside of the castle was lavish, it held a medieval tinge to it. Your steps were slow, a groan of annoyance left you as you heard the grandfather clock chime, indicating it was 12.

You made it to your room, nothing special to you. It looked like something out of a fantasy novel, it was a special place to you when you were younger... Before the curse was placed. Now you're stuck in some sentient castle that gives into your every whim. You had completely forgotten about the blood staining your clothes until you placed your hands on your hips and felt the warmth of the scarlet liquid.