By Freya Pickard

The warrior-princess bent down, kissing him on the lips. The spell unraveled and the prince awoke in bewilderment. The tattered curtains and mouldering sheets stank. The first thing she made him do was bathe, shave and cut his hair. Oversleeping for one hundred years was no excuse for shabby appearances.

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