Pierre
As I sat on the floor, watching Grace sleep, I thought about all the horrible things we had heard about the prince who hurt her. He was a despicable creep, and somebody seriously needed to take his ass out.
The girl's face was sunken in from lack of food while being in a coma, and her red hair was matted with dried blood. But none of that took away from her raw beauty.
She had milky white skin, and there was a rosiness returning to her cheeks. Even without smiling, I could see small dimples, so I knew they would be quite pronounced when she did smile.
Her eyelashes were long, fanning perfectly over her closed eyes, and her eyebrows had a perfect, natural arch. She was like a modern day sleeping beauty to me, and I had a strong urge to kiss her right then to see if I was her
