Even before the curse, I was trapped.

My mother and father kept me away from anything sharp, often meaning I hardly ever left the dreary stone walls for fear that the dark fairy would find me.

It was almost a relief to see the spindle and to reach out a finger towards it…

Now I’m awake after one hundred years of dreamless sleep and a nervous prince is beside me.

“I didn’t mean to kiss you, it’s like some spell that bought me here!”

I told him it was alright, before wobbling out of bed and being helped from my bed.

The young prince was so nervous yet helpful, and after being walked outside into the crumbling courtyard I stood on my own.

Gentle rays of sun warmed my skin, and I trembled only a little as I opened my mouth to inhale the wild scent of roses and sunshine.