They say that when the princess rose from her sleep after a hundred years, she was far more beautiful than that innocent young girl pricked by a spindle (though she had not aged a day). But the first royal command that passed her rose-petal lips was to execute all the spinners in the land (just to be safe, you see).
And so now I hide trembling from the conquering queen who wears a crown of brambles, stained with the blood of failed princes, in her golden hair (and a look like that of one who has lost something even she cannot comprehend in her eyes, always).
4.12.2010
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