It's been 30 years since Prince Briar Fallenor was cursed by a witch to fall into a deep sleep, the people of Vesuris coming to pay their respects. The throne is left with no heir ever since the king and queen died and Vesuris is in chaos without a ruler.

The prince looked beautiful in person. Looking down at him, you take off your helmet and got on one knee. With a bow of the head, you mutter a short prayer and gently take his hand, kissing it.

His eyes blink open.