A dull pencil is greater than the sharpest memory. - an English proverb
Princess Allete stood at a door. To an ignorant eye, there was nothing much different about it than any other door - it was simply a piece of wood hung on hinges - but there was one thing that made that particular door special. It held magic.
Since the day she was born, Allete had never lived a normal life. In fact, she was what some called an enchanted princess. She could not speak, but she could sing with a voice as lyrical as a bird’s. Though this may not sound like such an unfortunate situation, the young princess had grown quiet and withdrawn throughout the years since she could never say what she was thinking without singing it and drawing unwelcome attention to herself.
But the best part of enchantments is that they can always be broken. Inside the tower that Allete stood in, there was a room that waited behind the locked door. No one knew how long the tower had been there, but it was said that the room at the top of it would open on the princess’ seventeenth birthday, which was now only a month away. But if someone tried to break down the door before it opened on its own, the magic would vanish.