Inside the castle, a strikingly beautiful girl with bright, determined eyes stood before a massive wing structure, crafted from countless feathers, glued and stitched with care. Today was the day she would fly.
Beside her stood Fiona, her maid and close companion, equally young but visibly anxious. Fiona admired Alice deeply, but her obsession with flying had become a source of constant worry.
"Miss Alice," Fiona said, her voice trembling, "how about I try flying first? Just to test it… then you can try."
Her face had gone pale. Though Fiona was beautiful in her own right, Alice’s radiance overshadowed her, especially in moments like this.
Alice shook her head with a playful smile.
"No way, Fiona. I’m not letting you steal the fun. This time, I’ll fly. No one can stop me."
She turned
