A prick of madness
What do you know of the maid cursed to prick her finger and die? Oh? A hundred year sleep and prince's kiss? You know nothing. I was cursed to madness and death. The little fairy tried to save me, but you couldn't expect her to remember madness with death in the air.
I grew up as legends say. Though, my hair is black as night and I'm freckled. Folk tend to exaggerate a princess' beauty. I am by no means a classic beauty, nor a hideous wretch. Not graceful, willowy, or socially shining, I feel more at home in the library or at weaponry practice with the squires then at a ball or dancing. My biggest flaw is my most deadly, I sleep walk.
I've been found shooting arrows, swinging swords, even riding in the countryside, all with unseeing, dreaming eyes. You can imagine how dangerous this is. No matter what has been tried I will not stay in my rooms as I sleep. I am never found where I went to sleep come morning light.
For sixteen long years no one spoke of my curse, no sp