Prince Charming shuffled from foot to foot, awkwardly looking down at the sleeping princess Briar Rose. He'd heard tales all his life about the beautiful princess who lay sleeping for a hundred years, waiting for the prince who would come wake her up.

And now he was here! Actually in the princess' castle, standing right in front of the sleeping princess and he felt like an intruder.

She was sleeping so peacefully, not a care in the world. Did he really have the right to wake her up and let the worries and troubles of the world cloud that beautiful face?

She probably knew no one alive. Everybody she knew had died years ago. Would she even be able to make her way in a world which had gotten ever crass and cruel since her time?

Prince Charming nodded his head decisively, turned his back resolutely on the sleeping princess, and rode off into the gathering darkness, perhaps thinking wistfully of a princess who dreamed of a prince coming to wake her.

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