A TRAGIC FLAW!

This eye catching corner of the kingdom. The room present at the edge of the town, hiding a craftswoman in a nook, working on the cavity of the doll's scalp. Every inglenook of the workshop teems with cowardice.

Dressed in royal attire, the craftswoman retreated in her den. 

From the red robe to the crimson lips parted in concentration, the silk hair smothered in a bun, her entire appearance illuminates the success she's won. And those sharp angular eyes, outlined with scarlet liner, speak of the strength from battles etched in her path. 

Advocating throughout her journey the freedom of dreams, only to end up crafting dolls with her own hands. What a tragic flaw! 

Displayed face masks on the wall, her tools to decide the face, the fate of every moppet she crafts. The way she has herself shut behind closed doors of her workplace despite all the honor and pride shows how crude her work is.

Spending many years to convince a long queue of people how controlling another being doesn't work right. Yet, all she's doing after achieving her share of win is being a puppeteer for others. How vile it is to go back on one's own words!