Early in the morn, Diablo had retrieved for me one of the mass invitations sent from the king's castle, to all over the kingdom of the east. What I read brought laughter to me, but at the same time, apprehension.

To every young able man taking residency within The Eastern Kingdom, and surrounding locations, an unfortunate event has fallen upon the royal family. Princess Aurora, upon her sixteenth birthday has fallen into a deep, unswayable slumber.

Cursed by the evil fairy creature Maleficent, residing in the Forbidden Mountains, the only way to end the insufferable coma that has befallen our princess, is if and when True Love's kiss is bestowed upon her.

The royal family asks of you, if you are able, and suited, to attend a holding in the royal palace. The event will be held from the afternoon until late that night on the thirtieth of June. We will provide refreshments, as well as a royal ball upon the return of the princess. We only ask of your kiss, to be planted upon the princess' lips, in hopes that her True Love will be found.

King Stefan and Queen Leah

I found myself in a fit of laughter once again. The king and queen were so desperately hopeless they resorted to something as low as a kissing booth for their daughter. Priceless.

But a nagging thought wormed it's way into my head. What if, by some insane event, her True Love does attend and the curse is lifted? I couldn't let that happen. No matter how enjoyable it would be to watch tens of thousands of disgusting men come before Aurora's bed and kiss her, as the king and queen, and especially Prince Phillip have to endure it, I still can't let it happen. I was not one to take chances, and now would not change. I could not let this happen, it was far too risky, and my revenge will not be foiled.

This turn of events, the curse in fact causing Aurora, not to die, but to fall into a never ending sleep, so long as True Love's kiss was not enacted, was far better than the curse I originally thought up, so long as she stayed cursed. Until the day of their death, the king and queen will mourn their sleeping daughter's life that was stolen from them, with false hope that maybe one day it will be broken, yet disappointment as each day passes and their daughter still lay, unmoving in her bed. But how to keep them from their little, slippery plan, no doubt the three good fairies of the royal court concocted. I must find a way to thwart this plan.

And then suddenly it hit me. A smile crept its way on to my face, lips curling; I was very pleased with myself for fabricating such an idea. Such a beautifully evil and sick idea that an absolute horrid way to haunt King Stefan as he sleeps.

The evening of the affair, I told Diablo to circle the premises as I entered. Dressed in a midnight black suit jacket and pure white trousers, I entered the packed palace. I had searched deep into my spell book and found an appearance altering spell. I altered myself to appear to have a flat chest, broad shoulders, and a handsome face of a man, however just as angular and cunning looking as my previous appearance, yet a disgusting pink skin to match a human color. I wanted to instill a familiar fear into them, something they can't put their finger on, but makes them uneasy nonetheless.

The men were all standing in a line that wrapped through the palace, in the front, right before the king and queen seated atop their thrones, lay the beautiful princess. Golden hair splayed out on a small bed positioned in the throne room, rose clutched in her pale hands, but the red looked drab next to her beautiful lips.

Most of the men were hideous and I laughed inwardly at the fact that hideous and aging men had come and kissed the oblivious Aurora. I imagined Aurora waking up to a pig of a man, lips sloppily on hers, and the horror that she would feel. I couldn't help but let out a chuckle as I slipped into the front of the line, behind a handful of men, silencing the man behind me with a pointed glare.

The amount of masculinity in one room was starting to irk me as I glared at the men around me. It was quite pleasing to watch, though, as each man failed to awaken the princess, each trudging to leave the castle or to the refreshment table a little more disappointed than the last.

At last it was my turn, and I have to say I was a bit apprehensive. I don't know why, maybe because my plan just might not work and they wouldn't be quite as horrified as I thought. I approached the bed, and looked up at the expecting eyes of the King and Queen.

"Your majesties…" I purred, dripping with mockery and malice. The queen looked to her husband worriedly, who in turn, swallowed hard, a look of fear in his face. His shaking hand rose and gestured me to continue.

I smirked, a smirk that defined malevolence, so insidiously dangerous, as I lowered myself, inches from the rose red lips, my eyes never leaving the king. He swallowed nervously again, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead, eyes bugged out of his head.

At first the idea of kissing her disgusted me. To say I wasn't attracted to the princess was a lie, who wouldn't be attracted to her. But the fact that she was the very essence of love and goodness in the world, made my skin crawl at the idea of this situation. Good and evil didn't mix plain and simple. But seeing her there unmoving; it was kind of beautiful, in a sick poetic way, how she was laying there, lifeless, looking like stone, like she was dead.

I waited another seemingly endless minute, the king beginning to fidget under my unwavering stare, the room seemed to grow completely quiet, it was only me, the princess, and King Stefan. Then I raised my arm, flipping my palm upwards, as an explosion of green mist surrounded me, enveloping my body before quickly clearing, returning me my own face, and body, now dawning my usual horned headdress and robes.

The whole room seemed to gasp at once, sickeningly still. My smirk never wavered, and my eyes never left Stefan's until the last distance was cleared, and my eyes fluttered shut, as I pressed my lips to the red rose beneath me. It wasn't chaste, but it wasn't long. Her lips were like clouds, soft, warming, and I felt something deep inside me that was never there before, a candle lit inside me that moment. It was a strong feeling I know, but of what nature, I was unsure. I chalked it off as loathing.

The first thing I noticed as I opened my eyes, was that King Stefan was now standing, as well as the queen. The whole room suddenly came to life, chaos was filling the throne room. The king was shouting for the guards, who were slow to come. The crowd dispersed, trying to leave through the too small doors for such an assembly.

The last thing I noticed was the deep sparkling blue eyes that fluttered open, inches from my own. It took me a moment, at first I stared back, my mind not clicking, my mind refusing to comprehend it. I faintly noticed the king, who now was shocked still as the princess was moments ago, mouth agape, fists clenched, eyes darting between us, before I really realized what had just happened. It dawned on me slowly. My eyes widened in absolute and utter horror. I immediately backpedalled, practically scrambling backwards, as my mind put the pieces together, confused and innocent blue eyes trained on me. I wanted to scream. Or yell or destroy something. But I was too shocked to do much more than to shake my head, eyes wide as an owl, before turning into a run just as the guards arrived, and I flicked my wrist, in a sea of green mist, teleporting myself back to my castle. But just before the royal palace faded, I heard a voice, shouting over all of the others.

"WAIT!"