waiting... waiting... withering...
once upon a time there was a princess.
a nasty noble from a rival kingdom rode into her kingdom, killing her father, the king, and usurping rule.
"You will marry me, or spend the rest of your days locked up!" he said. The princess refused. The usurper kept his word and locked her up in the tower.
The princess stood firm in her decision. "Any day now, a prince will come and rescue me," she assured herself.
HOW DELICIOUSLY ANGSTY.
Celesta, when she was alive/had a physical form.