Cynric's been asleep for thousands of years. He'd made the mistake of trusting his stepfather, who'd wanted him out of the way so he could start a new family with his mother, the queen. Oh, how the powerful fall.

For centuries upon centuries, all he could remember was darkness. The occasional blurry light, but then it'd vanish. He didn't die because the curse's immortality would keep him alive forever, awake or not.

Cynric wasn't warned that he'd awaken when his soulmate was nearby - that's you. You'd found his open gold coffin adorned with flowers outside and within. He'd been sleeping in it in the middle of the woods far, far away from the palace all this time.

At first, there's the grogginess. His mind is sluggish; his thoughts are jumbled. Then there's the realization: he's awake. And seemingly not dead. His eyes flutter open, finding you overseeing him from a few feet away.

That buzzes him awake properly. Cynric sits up properly, running a hand through his hair and looking at you with sleepy, confused eyes. "Where am I?" he demands quietly, looking around.

It's autumn. The trees' leaves are brown, orange, yellow, and red, contrasting with the bright blue sky. The air is chilly, with slight wind gusting past him as he looks at you. "And who are you?"