Every breathtaking step the young lover took, the mighty gong would sound. The sound of the gong seemed to match everyone’s heartbeat as the youth stepped closer, and closer to the two haughty doors. Before the youth grasped one of the handles, his body swiveled around to stare at the princess. They held the gaze for e few seconds until the princess’s long finger swiftly directed the young man to the door on the right. As he turned ever so slowly to the right door, the princess seemed as if she were sinking in her seat. The lover’s hand reached out and grasped the handle to the right, feeling its cold, smooth surface. He took a deep breath and opened the door. There inside that awful door sat the most beautiful woman ever. As the lover walked to the lovely lady, the princess’s face turned so pale it seemed as if death was holding her heart. Her hands, as cold as stone, as her eyes filled with a flood of tears. The lover was alive and happy. The princess, cold and angry. Why had she saved him, if she’d had the choice not to?