Everyone loved the clockwork girl. She never got tired, never had to rest. When the prince and his people wanted her to dance, she danced. When they wanted her to smile, she smiled. Whatever they wanted, the clockwork girl would give to them. And as she danced and smiled, the people started to forget that she wasn’t real. But the clockwork girl never forgot, and somewhere in the steady, endless tick of her clockwork heart, she yearned.