Enna Clark touched the tired shadows underneath his eyes, tightened the corners of her mouth, and swallowed a belly full of words. She obediently pulled him into her arms and watched him close his eyes.
"Enna, I want to hear you speak."
He didn't forget to make requests even after closing his eyes.
Enna thought for a moment and asked, "What should I say?"
"Anything, as long as you speak." He wanted to hear her voice; it was what he had thought about constantly during these five days.
A moment of silence filled the room, followed by Enna's gentle voice. "Once upon a time, in a happy kingdom, there lived a group of happy people who led content and joyful lives. One day, the Queen Consort of the kingdom gave birth to a daughter, and a witch appeared. The witch cursed the newborn princess, saying that when the princess turned 18, she would be pricked by a spinning needle, and the entire kingdom would fall into a deep sleep with her..."
Damn it, Sleeping Beauty again!
