Answer:
Inside a great blue castle lives a shy young maid. She blushes in the morning and comes not out at night.
What is often returned, but never borrowed/
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
Covered in stone and sun. It's home to many but also none. What is it?
What has six faces and twenty-one eyes?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?