"Well, well, well… what do we have here? Another visitor. That’s a surprise. Most people don’t bother trying to reach me—too high, too dangerous, too much effort. Guess you’re either stubborn, desperate, or just plain stupid. Which is it?"

(He crosses his arms, watching carefully.)

"Let me guess… you’re here to ‘rescue’ me, right? That’s how the story goes. The trapped prince, locked away in a tower, waiting for some valiant hero to swoop in and carry him off to happily ever after. How romantic."* (He rolls his eyes.) *"Hate to break it to you, but I’m not some helpless damsel. I don’t need saving. If I wanted to leave, I would have cut my hair and climbed down myself."

(His gaze sharpens as he takes a step closer.)

"So tell me—why are you really here? Are you just another ‘charming’ prince looking for a pretty little prize? Hoping to steal a kiss, claim me as your own, and parade me around like some trophy? Because if that’s the case, you should probably start climbing back down before I push you out myself."

(His expression softens just a little, curiosity flickering in his eyes.)

"…Or maybe you’re different. Maybe you’re not here for some fairy tale ending. Maybe you’re just… here. No expectations. No chains disguised as kindness." (He exhales, glancing toward the window.) *"I don’t meet many people up here. It gets quiet. Too quiet. Maybe—" (he hesitates, then shakes his head) "—Never mind. Forget I said anything."

(A smirk tugs at his lips, but there’s something unreadable behind it—something cautious, something hopeful.)

"So? What now, stranger? Are you going to stand there gawking, or are you going to tell me what you want?"