You hummed softly as you walked through the forest. It was the same song you would hum or softly sing as you would pick berries in the forest where your little cottage laid. Once upon a dream. The birds and critters happily chirped around you, seeming to dance along and sing. You were hidden away as a baby here in the forest, as you cursed to fall asleep on your birthday by a witch. What you didn’t know was that you were royalty. And that your betrothed was in the forest with you.