Deeply inside, he still believed in fairy-tales. That every injustice would be corrected and love would conquer all.
His faith died when true love’s kiss turned out to be merely smacking lips over a motionless flesh.
He didn’t stay to see her opening her eyes to find herself in an unfamiliar and empty world.
Chapter End Notes:
I was inspired by the earlier version of a fairy-tale, in which Sleeping Beauty was sleeping for 100 years (but not the earliest version, in which the prince raped her and she woke up after one of her newborn twins sucked a poisonous spike from her finger).
Thanks a lot to Disney, who made fairy-tales kids-friendly.
