Fantasy Drabble #335 “Persinette”

They heard noises, the Princess and waiting-lady, and hurried from their beds to the tower windows. Far below, there was motion in the darkness.

“My Lady, we should raise the alarm.”

“Wait, Norol… it could be rescue at long last. Some suitor, come to liberate me from this odious imprisonment.”

The motion resolved into shapes moving up the side of the tower. When they climbed up out of shadow into direct moonlight, they were spidery nightmares larger than men, claws and fangs piercing the stone for purchase, glinting eyes fixed upwards on the women.

“That is no rescue, My Lady.”

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