Sleeping Beauty and the elf prince

Previously

…He knew what he had to do. The eagle’s final words echoed in his mind, not spoken, but felt, a deep, intuitive understanding. The magic sword had cleared the path, but the final act of breaking the curse lay not in steel, but in something far more potent, far more tender. Leaning closer, his heart pounding a rhythm of hope and trepidation, Prince Linden gently lowered his head and pressed his lips to Princess Aurelia’s. It was a kiss born of destiny, a whisper of love against the silence of sleep, a promise of a dawn that had been held at bay for too long. And as their lips met, a tremor ran through the tower, a ripple of magic spreading outwards, awakening the world.