the king and the rook agreed to change lands, all to ensure the safety of their plans. in olden times, royalty lived in these rock born places, now ensure you pluralize me, as many hearths were needed to warm our stone homes. two towers stand tall where kings once reigned, their walls held fast through storm and strain.

Sleeping Beauty pricked her finger, now I grow and linger. Upwards the tower I go, blossoming and blooming until a hundred years later, there comes her beau.

Sweet and fragrant is my specialty and the rest you can say it's history

A small little thing, with a heck of an effect, once lodged in a lions paw. Take it out and make a friend, just ask Androcles.

I have many ribs but no lungs, and I stand tall to keep you safe. I am a wall made of many parts, yet you can see the sky through my gaps if you stand close. I am often made of wood, sharpened at the top like a row of pencils, meant to discourage a climb. I am not a building, but I define where the building begins. What am I?