Author's note: um, this is my first fairy tale type thing, so no flaming, please
Alexandra sighed looking out the window as the trees started to turn red and orange. She of course could only see the tops of the trees, since she was locked in the highest tower, fifty-three stories if anyone asked. It had all started so innocently, really. She had been born a princess. The evil fairy had stayed away from her christening, so there was supposed to be no curse. "No curse indeed," she muttered looking at her legs. They were pale and thin, legs that would never support her weight, legs that would never walk, never dance. Her parents had tried to cover up her handicap when she was a child; she had worn long dresses, which hid her legs. She was allowed to sit on the sidelines of parties and balls when she reached fourteen, claiming to be ill. But as her sixteenth birthday approached they knew they couldn't keep up the charade that their daughter was a perfectly healthy and marriage ready princess. That's when they realized that lying was perfect! They had read all the stories about how princes will believe just about anything and if the princess is under a spell, or kidnapped and locked in a tower, well, then she's promised a marriage no matter how messed up her legs are. So my parents, being their stupid selves, had me locked up in the highest tower in the kingdom, and told everybody that an evil witch had kidnapped me and locked me up here. Great isn't it, I'm promised a marriage with a prince who doesn't love me, and thinks I'm being held prisoner. I guess I am in a way, since I can't get up and leave under my own power. I guess I'll just have to sit here and wait until… oh, someone's knocking on the door. I slowly open the door, and find yet another prince. This one is decked out in gold and green, funny, the green matches his eyes.
"I have come to rescue you, Princess!"
"I can see that much, now do you plan on carrying me down all those stairs?"
"Um, couldn't you um, just walk?" He looks on the thin side; maybe he won't be able to 'rescue me' after all.
"Sorry, my legs were damaged by a spell." My rehearsed line, eventually someone will figure out the truth.
"Oh, um, see, I didn't think, I mean, I could try." He stutters too much, and can't even lift me off my chair. Yet another rescue attempt gone wrong. I'm back to staring out the window. This time I don't even hear the knock on the door, he just breaks it open. I'm a bit surprised. He is not dressed like a prince, nor does he appear to be rich.
"Here to rescue me?'
"If you are indeed Princess Alexandra." He takes my hand and kisses it. Weird, I think he must have magic because his kiss felt like lightning through my body, but it didn't hurt at all.
"I am she." He nods picking me up carefully and notices my legs.
"Then the rumors are true, don't worry Princess, I don't care if you're able to walk, or dance," he whispers in my ear causing me to giggle, something I have not done since I've been in the tower.
"I don't even know you're name."
"Of course, I'm Prince Charming, come to carry you away from your torture." I laugh.
"What's your real name?"
"Daniel."
"Prince Daniel." He nods his head carrying me down the stairs, all fifty-three flights of them. I smile at him as he kisses me on the lips and I realize that I feel safe in his arms. As he seats me on his horse, holding me to make sure I don't fall I wonder if maybe my parents aren't as stupid as I thought.