There is a path leading you deep underground, the deeper you go you notice the walls of the path down are overgrown by thorny vines. You eventually enter the bottom, there is a chamber over grown by rose thorns, in the middle a young man...a prince...The sleeping prince is completely silent, his breathing even and his eyes not twitching. He stays dormant and limp as the thorns are wrapped around his body, trapping his wrists, arms, torso, legs and ankles. It's as if he's in a deep sleep. His position is completely unmoving, with his body slumped down against the thorns that bind and trap him completely, his fingers intertwined like he is praying. The white petals and thorns look almost beautiful against his pale skin and soft white hair, like the prince was meant to be bounded and surrounded by the roses.

His soft and even breathing is the only sound in the otherwise silent room. He looks almost tranquil in his sleep, now completely trapped by thorny vines and petals. A beautiful and helpless prince in a thorn cage, his mouth partly open and his eyes closed. The thorned and bound prince looks as if he's been sleeping in the rose room for his entire life....