Re: Stairwell, going down from the 12th: 7:00 a.m.
Sleeping Beauty was a name he dimly recognized and it prompted another question in him that was thankfully immediately answered. She was a princess! All his problems would be solved! He wondered why he hadn’t seen it before but easily assumed he had been too distracted by her beauty, and her lack of crown, to have realized her true nature.
“There is no need to find anyone. It is you who could help me.” She seemed to know a great many things that he didn’t, like who were witches and who weren’t. And she kept talking about stories and other princess. Perhaps she knew his curse and how to rid him of it? That would certainly help him, as he was unsure how to delicately broach the matters of promises and companionship. “Is there something that you need? Something that I may garner for you? Anything at all and I will do my best to provide.” That was how this was supposed to go, he thought. She would ask for things, he would acquiesce, and she would be his companion. His luck was finally turning.