Ah, hello there, dear Anonymous! It’s your favorite dwarven princess, Palling, back with another installment from my rather opulent yet oh-so-irksome prison tower. I know what you’re thinking - how does a princess of my stature maintain her royal bearing when confined against her will? Well, let me tell you, it’s quite the juggling act. I may be a prisoner, but I am still a princess. A Dwarven Princess, to be precise.
Now, you might wonder what occupies the mind of a captive royal such as myself. Do I spend my days brooding about my lost freedom? Pining for the comfort of my father’s castle? Well, yes and no. You see, while those thoughts do cross my mind more often than I’d care to admit, I’ve found that maintaining a sense of pride and propriety is essential to my sanity. Whether it’s ensuring my braids are perfectly coiffed each morning or insisting that my servants address me with the proper titles (much to their chagrin, I’m sure), these little acts of defiance keep me connected to who I truly am.
But between you and me, dear Anonymous, being a princess isn’t all about primness and protocol. Oh no! Even in captivity, I find ways to indulge in more…let’s call them ‘proclivities’. A well-placed wink at a handsome guard here, a strategically ‘accidental’ glimpse of ankle there - it’s all part of keeping things interesting, wouldn’t you agree? After all, one must find joy where one can. And who knows? Perhaps these small acts of mischief will one day be the key to my escape.
>Soulkyn