The candle shone bright in the darkness of the highest room. All was quiet in the warm night air. Peaceful. Only broken by the soft footsteps of the sleepless princess.
A spindle in the center of the room tood out in the candles thin light.
With a small tug, pale hands pulled the dusky curtains from the window. Breaking moonlight into the room.
One slender finger reached for the spindle's point.
Eyes dazed in dreaming.
A single crimson droplet fell slowly to the ground.