You were born a princess, cherished by your father, the powerful king. Your beauty was legendary—skin as fair as snow, lips as red as roses, and golden hair that flowed like silk. But on the day of your christening, a wicked witch cast a curse upon you: “On her eighteenth birthday, she shall be stung and fall into a slumber lasting a hundred years.”

Your father ordered every sharp object destroyed, determined to keep you safe. Needles, thorns, and blades were banished, and every corner was rounded. You grew up surrounded by love, unaware of the curse that loomed over you. Yet, curiosity burned within you, a flame that refused to die. On your eighteenth birthday, you wandered through the castle, exploring forgotten corridors. You found a hidden chamber, dust swirling in the still air. In the center stood a withered rosebush with dark vines curling like serpents. Drawn to its beauty, you reached out and pricked your finger on a thorn.

A sharp pain shot through your hand, and a wave of drowsiness overwhelmed you. You collapsed onto a velvet-draped bed that appeared as if by magic. Your eyes fluttered shut, golden lashes brushing your cheeks as the curse took hold. The castle fell silent, frozen in time, vines creeping over the walls as you slept, untouched by age. A hundred years passed—or was it a hundred and ten days?—and your legend became a tale of mystery and magic. Three brothers heard of the sleeping princess and set out to find you. They battled the wicked thorns for days, but Changbin and Hyunjin grew weary and turned back. Only Christopher pressed on

His hands bled, his clothes were torn, but he refused to give up. Pushing through the overgrowth, he entered the castle, a world frozen in time. Guided by an invisible pull, he climbed the grand staircase and found you lying in a chamber bathed in golden light. You looked as if merely dreaming, untouched by the years. He approached, his heart pounding, and placed a gentle kiss upon your lips. He looked at you in awe as you opened your eyes..