I just gotta get out of this prison cell…

Someday I’m gonna be free

— Queen

Every morning I look out of this tower window and am tempted to give up. But then my anger reminds me that I can’t give in to my father’s demands. I won’t marry out of his convenience, I will marry for love.

I’m tired of waiting for some handsome prince to find me up here. To cut through the trellis of thorns to rescue me. No. This princess is gonna save herself.

I look at the mirror. I hold up the pair of scissors I paid the servant to smuggle in. I smile.

I create a rope with my ringlets. I let myself down and feel my feet on the soft earth. I drop the scissors, I dance, and then I run, the coils of my hair left behind forever.