In the smallest room in the highest tower, a beauty slept. Waiting for her white clothed knight to wake her. With a kiss.
In another castle, a silver haired prince tossed in his sleep, dreaming of dark hair, blue eyes and a fellow wanderer, now lost. His arms stretched out as if seeking something. Someone. A hand to grasp in the darkness.
Seventy years passed as she dreamt. For him the time would pass quickly as he wandered, ever searching.
In the distant corners of his mind, he sought a way to wake his sleeping beauty