Princess Danielle Blossum had spent three horrible weeks locked in a small confined room. The one who had kidnapped and locked her away in the first place only ever came to give the young monarch either food or water leaving her shackled from neck to toe in a beautiful dress worn before capture, now ruined and in a poor condition.<br/><br/>It was going to be a challenge for anyone to rescue the poor Princess, she had been forced to walk up to the highest tower much to her kidnappers amusement, struggle to take each step in her cold, iron shackles clamped just above a pair of rich, glass high heels worn on the night of her capture before mercilessly being locked in a secure, iron cell.