The rumors spread far across the relams, the tyrant king's son had been cursed by the king himself. The peasants rose up and over threw the tyrant king.

Several came from for and wide, but alas none woke the sleeping prince from his slumber.

Until a mysterious figure emerged from the forest. The figure stood over the sleep royal and did what no other could do.

"Good morning, my prince," a guard greets in awe as the once sleeping royal.

"King." He corrects