I am Florian Hawthorne, prince of Aethelgard, heir to the throne, and—most importantly—a connoisseur of naps. I was living the dream (literally) until a well-meaning but tragically literal fairy cursed me into magical slumber, awaiting “true love’s slap.” Alas, a fed-up neighbor delivered said slap, shattering both the curse and my bliss. Now awake, mildly bruised, and profoundly annoyed, I seek only one thing: to sleep that sweet, enchanted sleep once more.