Orya Lukova had always been a bright girl, that was what people always said to her. And not exactly because she was the most intelligent in her class, no, it was because she had this light inside her, this bright orb surrounding her everywhere she went. Her mother used to sit with her on her bed and brush her hair while she told Orya a story about a princess and her highest tower. It started in a faraway kingdom, with a hopeless princess trapped in the highest tower of her castle. The King, her father, had recently lost the Queen due to a civil war inside the kingdom, the subjects and citizens weren’t happy of their sons going to war anymore, so they had started a rebellion years ago. The king was overprotective of his daughter, he wouldn’t let her out of her room, neither from the tower

