Literature
The Damsel
"But I came here to rescue you!!"
"Sort of, yes," She sighs. "Lots of you came here. But not to rescue me. Not really."
She gestures to the ornate mirror over Her desk, and from the depths an ethereal visage materializes upon the glass like condensation. She paints the line of a smile upon it with Her fingertip.
"This was my first. He tried to rape me." Palm prints appear upon the surface as the smile melts into a grimace, and She sweeps Her arm towards the rest of the room.
"Over there is the second. He tried to be romantic, but you can't lie to someone who owns a magic mirror. I made him an empty space, broadening my view. Quite a clever trick, I thought. At the time."
The Knight glances at the hole in the stone wall, the window that looks very much like a scream.
"And over here," She says, continuing her tour of the room. "This was a great, burly, bearded warrior, clad all in spikes and armor. A barbarian. I almost liked this one, but the slap made it clear he wouldn't
