Prince Valium (continued)

Hell with it.

Sick, demented prince that you are, you step over the other prince's dead body and stand by Princess Beauty's bed. Hardly even glancing at her breathtaking looks, you lean over her and kiss her on the lips, sloppy with your growing anxiety.

She gasps, then blinks, looks at you and smiles. You smile back, your lips feeling like they're cracking.

"Rise and shine," you tell her, hoping that she doesn't look past you to the body.

You're not quite that lucky, though. Feeling as though she's been sleeping for a hundred years, the princess begins to look around her, at the aged tower room, at the dust and cobwebs, and--oops--at the dead body.

You stand motionless as you watch her eyes widen noticeably, and the next thing you know, she's screaming her head off and you're running around the room, wondering where to hide. Naturally, the squire runs in, followed by the recently awakened people of the castle, and they all see your bloody sword and the dead body.

Your trial will be held this afternoon. And, oh, by the way...

You don't live happily ever after.