Free Sleeping Beauty (Erotic Fairy Tales) by Leila Bryce Sin

Sleeping Beauty
    An Erotic Fairy Tale
    Copyright 2012 Leila Bryce Sin
     
     
    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
     
     
     
     
    In a distant land, beyond the third rise of mountains, there can be found a round thicket of thistle and thorn that has grown taller than any man. Legend claims, beyond the wall of bramble and thorns, there is hidden a castle full of people and animals and even the royal court, all deep in an enchanted sleep. One hundred years have passed since the spell was cast upon the palace when the young princess, Rosamond, pricked her delicate finger upon a spindle.
    When Rosamond was born, the King was so happy he called for a great feast to be thrown in her honor. Anyone and everyone was invited to come give their blessing upon his daughter, including twelve of the thirteen wise women of the realm. It was custom that these magical ladies were only served on golden plates and having only twelve golden plates, the King could only invite twelve of the thirteen and beg the thirteenth for forgiveness later.
    As the feast commenced and the people were making merry, one by one, the wise women approached Rosamond in her gilded bassinet to bless her with their magical gifts. One blessed her with prosperity, another with beauty, virtue, music and so on until there was only one wise woman left to bless her. Just as the twelfth wise woman was reaching out her hand to touch Rosamond’s smooth cheek there was a great commotion in the hall, making her snatch her hand away.
    The thirteenth wise woman, the one the King had failed to invite, stood in all her rage and glory in the middle of the hall. Her magic pulsed around her, making children shrink away from her. Her voice rang out, reverberating against the walls as she cursed the lovely child, “In the eighteenth year of her age, the Princess shall prick herself with a spindle and shall fall down dead.”
    In a clap of thunder the wise woman disappeared, leaving her evil spell hanging over the silent and shocked crowd. The twelfth wise woman turned her eyes up to the King and Queen, seeing their terror she knew she had to do what she could to help. With a deep breath she turned back to the baby, still quiet and peaceful in her little bassinet.
    “Rosamond,” the woman said, stroking her cheek, “I cannot undo my sister’s curse, but perhaps I can soften it.” She gathered her magic about her, making the room freeze for a moment in time until she spoke again. “The Princess shall not die, but fall into a deep sleep for a hundred years. When her true love hears of her tale he, and he alone, shall scale the obstacles to come to her aid and with true love’s first kiss, the Princess shall once again awaken.”
    Desperate to save his daughter from this fate, the King decreed that all spindles were to be destroyed, burned on a great pyre, and the future construction of any was outlawed. And so their lives continued in peace and happiness; Rosamond enjoyed the lovely gifts the eleven wise women had bestowed upon her for eighteen wonderful years.
    When Rosamond turned eighteen and no horrible fate befell her after a few months, the King and Queen went riding, though the Princess was not allowed to leave the castle until after her nineteenth birthday. Having grown bored, Rosamond left her room and began wandering the castle, visiting the kitchens, the stables and any other room she could find until she came to a narrow stairwell she’d never seen before.
    The stairs were slick with age and spiraled up into a tight column. Rosamond kept her hand on the wall for balance until she finally came to the top. The stairs led to a dark little room where an old woman was sitting on a small stool, bent over a strange contraption with a large wheel.