She lay motionless in her casket, her hands tightly grasping the stems of the roses she was holding. Her skin was flawlessly white, and her lips were a dark blood red in contrast to her smooth pale white skin.
Even though she'd been lying in this casket for over forty years, she hadn't aged a day nor had decomposition started to take place on her body.
However, the evil spell that was inflicted on her, had been slowly wearing off over the decades, and it's powerful hold on her had loosened enough for her to power through to regain consciousness.
For the first time in almost half a century, the princess breathed again, she swallowed down a large sum of air as she inhaled, her lungs puffed up, filling with oxygen.
Her eyelids began to slowly separate, she could see again, her eyes were once again open. Around the same time she began to recover control of her arms and hands.
Where's my Prince charming? She thought to herself, she could think again. She pushed her hand against the coffin lid and pushed it over, she then proceeded to crawl out, resulting in her crash landing face first into the ground.
"Dimmit, the steel dot had control of my legs." She said, still not having control of her speech.
She looked over, to see a skeleton adjacent to her casket, the skeleton wore royal garb and had a rusty old pistol still in the holster.
Is that? Is that? My Prince Charming?
She thought to herself, tears rolled down her cheeks as she gazed at the remains of the once handsome prince. Upon closer examination she discovered a large wound in the prince's skull.
Off in the distance she could hear the evil chuckling of the witch that cursed her.
She's gotta pay for this, no treats us Royals like this. She thought as her face turned dark red and her teeth began to grind upon one another. She swiftly grabbed the pistol from the holster and began to wobble on her legs, towards the direction of the chuckle.
"Cynthia, dear Cynthia. Is that you I hear?" The witch chuckled maniacally.
The princess leaned against a tree and off in the distance, she could see the witches silhouette in the fog.
"So you are awake again after all these years. No worries child, I'll make sure you stay asleep permanently this time." The witch said
She raised her hand to the sky and a dark purple blow could be seen through the dense fog,
The Princess raised the hand with the gun in it, and aimed it towards the head of the Silhouette,
"No you're the one who's gonna sleep permanently, witch!" The princess yelled at the top of her lungs
She squeezed the trigger of the old gun firing it.
The witches silhouette dropped to the ground, fatally wounded by the gunfire.
Princess Cynthia walked over to the witch's corpse, to see the frail old witch's eyes still open even though she was clearly dead. Cynthia knelt down and used her hands to close the witch's eyes.
"Rest easy witch." She then turned over to the Prince's corpse and said
"Rest easy my sweet Prince." She then walked off into the forest headed for civilization.