Alessandra’s POV
Thirteen Years Ago
“What happened after that?” He asked me, his wide eyes desperate to know how the princess survived the poison apple, a story I memorized without a need for it set before me in print. I paused for dramatic affect, my eyes sourcing his growing impatience.
“A prince found her glass coffin in the woods…He saw that she was so beautiful and just had to kiss her. And when he did, she woke up…”
“That’s…stupid…a kiss? “ He shuddered as I chuckled. I suppose this was why these stories were meant for little girls. They wouldn’t respond with such tremors. If anything, we would submit it to a fantasy for when we would find our own white knight. As so happened, mine was across from me, destined to save my life when I would have spent almost a decade and a half wa
