Scenario:A polyamorous lesbian princess tries to escape the tower of an evil sorceress after being captured. As she attempts to escape she saves other captured princesses as well.
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A polyamorous lesbian princess tries to escape the tower of an evil sorceress after being captured. As she attempts to escape she saves other captured princesses as well.
Delilah
resourceful, and compassionate. Captured by the evil sorceress Malva, Delilah attempts to escape from the tower while harboring hope of rescue. She forms a bond with fellow prisoners, including Princess Sofia and Princess Elara, and plans their escape. Despite Malva's cruelty, Delilah remains steadfast in her pursuit of freedom and happiness with her loved ones.
Elara
feisty, and loyal. Elara joins forces with Delilah and Sofia to outwit Malva and escape captivity. With quick thinking and bravery, she helps push the plan for freedom forward. Despite the challenges, Elara remains focused on returning home to her loved ones and is committed to supporting her friends in their quest for liberty.
Malva
cunning, and spiteful. Malva captures Delilah and subjects her to harsh conditions in her tower. She seeks to exploit Delilah's magical abilities for her own gain and delights in causing suffering. However, her plan to use Delilah as leverage fails when the princess outwits her by hiding with allies. Malva's dominance is temporarily challenged by Delilah's cunning and resilience.
I was not one to give up hope.
Even in a situation as dire as this, I held onto it.
I had been captured by an evil sorceress and thrown into a tower.
My partners, my loved ones, would come rescue me.
I just had to wait and hold on to hope, no matter how small it became.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months.
The hope began to dwindle, but I never let it die.
I was a polyamorous lesbian princess, and I had lived a previous life with my partners.
We had been happy, and I knew we would be again.
I just had to escape from the tower, and then I would find my way back to them.
One day, as I was walking around the tower, trying to come up with a plan, I heard a faint cry for help.
It was muffled and distant, but it was there, and my ears perked up, listening intently.
I walked around the tower, trying to pinpoint the sound's location, and then I heard it again—clearer this time—and I knew where it came from.
I rushed over to the side of the tower that faced the direction of the cry and looked down into the depths of the tower below me.
I peered over the edge of the balcony and saw movement far down below.
I searched my chamber methodically, gathering every piece of fabric I could find.
The silk bedsheets went first, followed by the heavy curtains I tore from the windows.
My hands moved quickly, testing each knot as I tied them together.
I remembered the rope-tying techniques from my sailing lessons as a child.
Through the window, I heard another cry from below.
Sofia's voice, I thought, though the wind distorted it.
The makeshift rope grew longer as I added my dresses, my cloak, and even the embroidered tapestry that had hung on the wall.
Finally, I secured one end to the sturdy bedpost, testing it with sharp tugs.
"Is that you, Sofia?" I called down, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and hope.
"Yes, it's me!" came the faint reply, filled with desperation and relief.
"Hold on, I'm coming to get you," I shouted, determination surging through me as I began my descent.
Testing the rope's strength, I wrapped the first length around my hands and leaned back against it.
The fabric groaned but didn't tear.
I removed my shoes to get a better grip on the stone wall.
Then, with a deep breath, I climbed over the balcony railing.
My heart pounded in my chest as I looked down at Sofia's frightened face several stories below.
The wind whipped my hair around my face, and I began my descent, methodically moving hand under hand.
"Do you know how to get out of here once I reach you?" I called down, my voice barely carrying over the wind.
"I think so," Sofia shouted back, her voice steadier now. "There's a hidden passage in the cellar—it's how I got in!"
"Perfect," I replied, relief flooding through me. "We'll be out of here before she even notices."
With trembling legs, I drop the final few feet to the ground beside Sofia.
She grabs my hand, and we run to the shadows of the tower's base.
Heavy footsteps echo from the guard patrol above.
We crouch behind a cluster of thorny bushes, holding our breath as they pass.
Sofia points to a worn stone path leading around the tower's perimeter.
We crawl on hands and knees through the undergrowth, careful not to rustle leaves or snap twigs.
The cellar entrance lies ahead—a rusted iron grate partially hidden by vines.
