The castle was a cold, scary, dark place. The chilly night wind made it's home in the halls and refused to leave. The chill never left the bones of the youngest inhabitant, a small forgotten girl of the tender age of four. Her name long forgotten by the maids that served her. Her name was muttered only once and so long ago none could remember and none gave a new. She had never left the tower where she was placed the day of her birth. The midwife announced her cursed soon after her first breath, and her parents never questioned it being such superstitious people. They issued her two maids, a tower to live in, and left to never return. The maids were ordered to never let her step past the doors threshold that led to the tower, and they obeyed. The only time the girl got interaction was when her meals were served or the maids could no longer stand the stench and bathed her with rough hands. The girl would spend hours staring out of the tower window at the people below working the grounds during the day, and at night her eyes were drawn to the moon. Although she spoke not enough of any particular language to communicate to others, the moon always understood. She had very little knowledge of anything different as far as what was a normal life, thus in her mind she believed all the little girls in her world must live like her locked away in towers.

The moon gave way to the sun and there she sat with her nightly exchange with the moon done. Her left arm draped out of the tower window while her head rested on its forearm. She had fallen asleep sitting there through the night as she often did. Suddenly she was jerked awake by the loud sound of the tower door opening. A maid entered with a bowl of flavorless porridge. The girl happily accepted it and smiled at the cold face maid in gratitude. The maid just ignored the girl as usual and turned to leave. The maid exited and slammed the door shut behind her. The next sound was that of the lock being returned into it's place locking the girl inside. A awfully normal daily routine. She took the spoon in her right hand and ate the porridge gratefully. She looked forward to each meal and the visit it brought with it. She never failed to smile every single time. She was happy to see the cold faced maids, it was a treat she received twice a day, three if she was lucky. She got three when there was extra downstairs. She had no idea they ate better than her and always had more. She received three meals...