The true story

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My hand froze over her face, paralyzed by questioning. Was it right to do this? Who was I, Philip Charming, to touch her?

I took a step back and started to pace the lifeless room. Everything was so still, so dead. My eyes fell back on the girl's sick face, her messy hair, her closed eyes. She must've been beautiful when she was well.

"I have to do this. For my kingdom, my family, myself." He thought about the three strange women who had sent him on his quest. Clad in their odd robes, they had offered a large sum to his father. All he had to do was send his only son to kiss a princess. Little did h e know the beauty would be asleep in a vine covered castle.

Erasing the obvious doubts from his mind, he gave a quick peck on the girl's lips. Nothing. He leaned in for a second time when she rose screaming.

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Standing at the altar, waiting, he decided that he had done the right thing. By waking Aurora and her kingdom, he had fallen in love with her brother, who saw him as a savior. He still had regrets about his unwanted kiss, but everyone but the princess and him where happy.

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