if you sing loud and clear, someone passing by will surely hear you

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Characters: Prince Morgana and the tower-bound Asch the Long-Haired
Location: A Fairytale Woods
Time: During the fairytale plot
Summary: Asch meets his Prince Charming, who is NATALIA? a strong-willed princess who insists on fighting herself with passionate but occasionally misguided ideals. And Asch sings wonderfully.

Morgana rode out into the woods, as she did each day. She sought adventure and looked to the well-being of her people, except when she remembered that these were not her people. Then she looked for a way home. But today she did not remember. As her horse nudged aside branches, picking a careful path along the road, Morgana sank into herself and became the errant prince. And as that true self was carried away, the regnant mind heard a sound.

She had never heard anything so beautiful.

Morgana turned her horse off the path. Recognising the treachery of the forest floor, she dropped down and guided her steed through the woods, following the song. Soon, the pull of it brought her to the base of a stone tower too tall to climb.

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Asch was often frustrated with being kept in the tower, but he found ways to occupy himself. Having hair this long was a chore, too. This afternoon, he sat on the wide marble seat of his window, long crimson hair piling beside him as he brushed it. He wasn't sure where the haunting song came from; thoughts of hours in the cathedral of Daath flickered through his mind and were forgotten as movement below caught his attention. If he strained his ears, he could hear the snorting of a horse.

With utmost care, he set the hairbrush down beside the window, braced himself against the sill, and leaned out to look. What he saw made him nearly draw back in shock, but an almost childlike curiosity made him peer out again. The only one who visited him was his jailor and almost-father. And then there had been that run-in with Guy, but...

It was a prince. Or at least he thought it was a prince. Something lurched inside his chest, a reminder of someone long lost to this life. He fought to find something to say, but all he could do was stare.