Eirwan

So everyone, this is super short, just a blurb of a story I'm working on. Ya'll tell me what you think.

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In a land not too different from yours, there lived a prince. He lived alone in a castle. There may have been other people, but he never saw them. every day, a princess tried to save him. Every day, they failed. And then...

Eirwan woke early one morning to a loud clank and the rasp of metal on stone.

He stood, glancing around his room. He half knew what it was, but he called; “Who goes there?”

The scraping stopped.

Eirwan’s eye fell on a grappling hook on the windowsill.

“What are you, Shakespeare?” a voice answered in a sarcastic tone. “Nobody says who goes there, apparently except for everyone I’ve met here so far.”

Eirwan walked over to the window and peered over the edge. It was a girl. Like every day, but she was different. She wasn’t dressed like the other princesses were, in their massive dresses and dainty gloves. She didn’t look like a princess at all. Her black hair was cropped to frame her square face. Her diamond blue eyes were cold as they regarded the boy above her. Her arms and face were dirty, a scar stretched from above her eyebrow down to her cheek. There was a frown fixed on her face. “are you coming or not?” she asked irritably. Eirwan shook his head. “of course not, this is my home.” He said the same thing to all princesses who got past his guards, who were all invisible. The girl arched a black eyebrow and shimmied farther up the rope. Her hand caught the edge of the windowsill and she hauled herself up onto it.

"This is not your home, this is your prison. You've been here since you were born, right?"

Eirwan nodded. "But I do not have a mother or father. I live here alone."

The girl waved his statement away. "I know the story, but whether you like it or not, you're coming with me."

Eirwan sighed, knowing what was coming.

Sure enough, after only a few seconds of silence, there were footsteps. Hearing them, the girl pursed her lips angrily, the scar on her face pulled tight. She snatched his wrist and dragged him to the window, glancing down. She snorted. "Of course there's a moat." she muttered, then turned back to him. "Can you swim?"

Eirwan instantly shook his head.

The girl grimaced. "Well, I hope you're at least a fast learner."

Then she proceeded to throw him out the window.