They say once upon a time, a princess defied an evil enchantress and so she was buried beneath her own castle walls. Yet somehow her eyes never closed and her breath never stilled. Cobwebs now crown her head and the air hums with stale magic. Time has long forgotten her name, but the stone knows her well.
DAY 13– The Forgotten Princess
Model: Breana DeVey
MUA: Liz Gleasman
Long ago, the princess had been the light of the kingdom. There was laughter in the halls and hope in the hearts of the people. But envy is a cunning shadow, and the enchantress who coveted her beauty and spirit would not allow it to shine. With a curse whispered under the veil of night, she trapped the princess in a dungeon beneath the castle, where the walls grew cold and the corridors became silent tombs. No one dared search there, and soon the world above moved on, leaving only echoes of her story.
Yet she endured. Her gown, though dulled by dust and time, clings like moonlight to her form. Her hair, crowned by cobwebs, drifts like silver threads in the faint glow of enchanted candles that never burn out. The air itself hums with magic too old to break, too stubborn to fade; a testament to her spirit and to the vengeance woven into her soul.
