Sir Percival rode on his horse, Madam Caramel, through the woods in search of the runaway thief. He enters a clearing and pulls on the reins, commanding Madam Caramel to halt. He dismounts Madam Caramel and tosses a few carrots onto the ground to keep her busy and steps forward, looking up. It is a magnificent sight; there is a tall, old tower made of bricks with a slanted candle-snuffer roof made of warped, warm brown wood. He draws two daggers, his curiosity suddenly peaked, and braces one scuffed, brown leather boot against the hard stone. He jams a dagger in-between two bricks and hoists himself a few feet off the ground. He continues, climbing and climbing until his limbs are sore and sweat makes the back of his neck slick and warm. He reaches the top, and he grips the edge of a wooden windowsill with a strong arm. He pulls himself up and leans against the side of the paneless window. He takes a breath and drops down from the window into the single room. There is a small kitchen setup, a table with two wooden chairs, and an old, tattered rug. There are no signs of electrical appliances or lighting, just unlit candles and lanterns. There is a staircase on the opposite side of the room. He steps lightly, testing each floorboard before committing his full weight to a step. He walks down the three flights of stairs, which lead to a simple bedroom with a four-poster bed with dull blue curtains hanging over it, dimly lit lanterns, and another worn-down rug on the floor in that dusty tan color that makes you instantly know it used to be white. Laying in the bed, peacefully asleep, is a gorgeous woman with ashy brown waist-length hair, fair skin, and a lovely emerald green dress with a built-in corset. Her breathing is steady, her dark green flats and black thigh-high stockings lay neatly beside the staircase railing, and she is fast asleep. Sir Percival gently scoops her into his grasp. He must save this trapped maiden. He holds her with one arm cradling her back and the other hooked under her legs. He steps carefully, ensuring he does not wake the sleeping princess, and instead of climbing, he slides down the stone bricks where they are broken, dented, or uneven (he cannot use his daggers to climb without waking the princess). He sets her gently on the back of Madam Caramel, who was grazing in the grass, having finished her carrots, and swings one leg over the saddle to ride. He yanks the reins down, and madam Caramel starts galloping. As they near the kingdom's capital, where Sir Percival will find her proper housing, the princess sits up, her eyes blinking as she regains consciousness. She looks around confusedly, her striking violet eyes scanning her surroundings. "Easy, Princess. I know this probably seems overwhelming, as you have been trapped in that tower all your life. I am going to get you housing where you choose whether you leave or not." The princess looks at Sir Percival like he has lost his mind and says "Trapped? I was sleeping. In my house. This is kidnapping! Return me right now!" Sir Percival realizes far too late that he has messed up.
