Of Slumber and Discord



At only sixteen years of age, she is a beautiful terror, with her wavy blond locks and her shockingly violet eyes. Her skin is as fair as she is foul. Only I can stop her. Only I dare to rise up against her, for the sake of a kingdom that is not my own.

Others may scorn me for interfering, but interfere I must. I will not allow this exquisite monster to harm more than she already has.

Some might call me the monster, but I? I know the truth, and I will not hesitate to do what I must.

This gripping retelling will make you question if perhaps the fairy had the right of it for placing the princess under the sleeping curse.