It was interesting…she had to now think abstractedly to retain any sanity, noting that when she felt herself more ready and welcome, the thorns sprouted thicker around her castle – as if the surrounding garden’s wild roses had become very fond of her, and as a result, were determined to let no man near her without him proving his worth by overcoming their obstacles.
She could only allow herself to muse and wonder at their tendency, recognizing their protection’s validity as lesser men fled the scene, for she had become too afflicted by melancholy to risk endulging entrapment’s grieving.
And the enchantment’s spell did not seem to care that she was starving as it maintained its strength by drawing too much energy from her body.
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