I took this idea from the song On the Steps of the Palace, from Into the Woods. It's basically an outline of the song, but it
struck a chord with me, so I wrote it down.
On the Steps of the Palace
She stands on the steps of the palace.
Wondering what to do.
Wondering where her life will take her.
Stuck on the steps of the palace.
Her fathers house was hell.
This house will be heaven.
It's every girls dream.
Shoes quickly hardening on the steps of the palace.
She decides not to choose.
She leaves a shoe,
for the prince to find on the steps of the palace.
How can one trust in destiny so much?
How can one not want to play a hand in their own fate?
How can she let him choose?