"She was the king's prized daughter, the most breathtaking and sought-after bride in the five kingdoms. Her father knew well her worth, as her hand could permanently unite his family with any other he desired. She was a guarantee of unimaginable power and wealth for all his posterity, if and only if her flawlessness remained untainted.
Not willing to risk marring such a valuable commodity, the king took to extreme measures. He had his daughter wrapped tightly in enchanted silk. This magical cloth was perfectly transparent yet magically resistant to any and all impairments. She was locked in the spire of the inner keep, a sheltered room without a single window for fear of light tarnishing her incomparably fair complexion. There she spent each day and night, her food and drink brought in and out, awaiting the day when her matrimonial sale would be completed.
Her solitude and protective garment led her to feel estranged from servants and kin alike. She took her only solace in the roses her maid brought her from the royal garden. She delicately wrapped them in the same enchanted silk she wore, gently encasing each petal. They became her hope and comfort, sharing her burden and partaking in her lonesome plight." -M.D. Walter