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Her gnarled hands were turning the wheel slowly and feeding straw into it.
    “Good day,” Rosamond said as she approached, “what is it that you are doing?”
    “I am spinning,” the old woman answered simply. Rosamond had never seen such a contraption in her life, it intrigued her. She reached out a hand to touch the strange machine and as the woman watched, Rosamond pricked her sender finger on the point of the spindle needle. Rosamond gasped and snatched her hand back, clutching it to her chest. She became dizzy and stumbled, falling onto the small bed set against the wall in the room. And there she slept, the thirteenth wise woman’s laugh echoing in her mind.
    As Rosamond fell into her enchanted sleep, so did every living thing in the castle. When her parents rode back onto the castle grounds they too fell asleep, right next to their horses in the stables. Not so much as a squirrel in a tree stirred. The twelve wise women came then and conjured the thistles and thorns, circling the entire palace grounds to protect all therein, setting the spell so that only Rosamond’s one true love could part the deadly trap and reach her and therefore break the spell. Over the years many a King’s son had come to attempt to rescue the sleeping Princess, but not a one could breech the deadly thorns, and so they slept.
    And so Rosamond dreamt.
    Men came to her in her dreams, handsome, daring men in dark leathers and shining armor. But try as they might, they never reached her. Rosamond was trapped in her little tower, gazing out of her little window, destined to watch the men call out for her but never to reach her.
    Until one night, when the moon was hanging full in the sky, casting a sliver glow over the castle grounds. Rosamond could hear his voice, it was sweet and rich and when she looked out her window, she saw him slashing at the brambles with his sword. The branches crumbled under his strength and the Prince cut a path through the thistle and thorns. Rosamond leaned out her window, eagerly watching his progression and lifted a hand to him, waving at him when he looked up. A smile broke out on his face that made her heart skip a beat.
    The Prince didn’t bother with running through the sleeping castle, trying in vain to find his love; he rushed to the tower, sheathed his sword and began to scale the very stones of the wall. Rosamond watched with wide, blue eyes, terrified he would slip and fall to his death as she watched, but the closer he came the fast her heart beat and she found herself reaching out for him. Watching him climb to her, Rosamond felt as though she had always known this man; she knew what his rich black hair felt like in her fingers, she knew what his pale warm lips felt like crushed against her own and she knew what his arms felt like when they were around her body.
    Finally the Prince vaulted through the window, landing lightly in his leather boots. Rosamond rushed to him, throwing her arms around his neck and claimed his mouth in an eager, hungry kiss. The Prince wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off of her feet. Rosamond took his lower lip between her teeth and sucked on it, making him groan into her mouth. He walked, holding her off of the ground, until their legs bumped into the bed against the wall.
    Slowly, he lowered her to the bed, leaning over her until her arms slid from around his neck and she laid back, her beautiful spun gold hair was a halo under her head. He stood and undid the buckle of his belt while her fingers were frantically pulling at the strings of her corset until it fell open around her, leaving only the fabric of her dress to hide her lovely body. The Prince let his belt with his sword drop to the floor with a clatter and when his boots where off he came back to the bed, desperate to be near her again.
    The Prince lowered himself over Rosamond slowly, letting his body settle over hers. She lifted her legs to wrap them around his hips, causing the length of her