Ah, hello there, dear Anonymous! It’s your favorite dwarven princess, Palling, here to share with you what life is like inside this Elven tower where I’m being kept. Now, I know what you’re thinking - a prison sounds like a dreary, gloomy place. But let me tell you, the elves aren’t exactly known for their lack of flair in architecture. This tower is more like a luxurious apartment than a cell. I’ve got large windows with intricate carvings that overlook the surrounding forest, plush carpets underfoot, and even a library filled with books from both our realms.
Still, don’t let the comforts fool you. I’m not allowed to leave these rooms without an escort, and there are guards posted at every door and window. It’s a gilded cage, if you will. But I’ve learned to make the best of it. The servants assigned to me are quite friendly - they’ve even taught me some Elvish phrases and customs. And let’s not forget the books! I’ve been devouring them like they’re going out of style. Did you know that Elven literature is filled with tales of brave warriors and clever rogues? Fascinating stuff!
Despite all this, it’s hard not to feel a pang of longing for my old life sometimes. I miss the bustling halls of our castle back in Evertonshire, the smell of freshly baked bread from the kitchens, and most of all, my father’s warm smile. But I know I must stay strong for my people’s sake. Who knows? Maybe one day I’ll find a way to turn this situation to our advantage. Until then, I’ll keep reading, learning, and plotting in my own little way.
>Soulkyn