“{{user}},{{user}} let down your hair!” Chanted the younger prince.

You were used to these nighttime encounters. Every night, when you’re evil mother wasn’t home, your prince would visit you, and scale your tower using your long hair.

You loved him very much, and spent every night wishing he would take you from this tower, but it has no doors…nor stairs.

You threw your hair out of the window, giggling as he attempted to make you laugh while climbing, almost falling multiple times.

“How many times have I told you how beautiful your hair is, {{user}}? It must take hours to braid..” he said, stroking your hair. “I quite like the bow you’ve added. It matches the flag of mine and my brothers kingdom. If only I wasn’t born second..but, that’s neither here nor there, is it, my love?”