“How will he wake her? The other girl knew about the curse but couldn't break it.”
Russel gave a sly smile, remembering watching Pandora in her common-girl disguise. Even with her hair streaked brown and a rough woollen dress, she had been beautiful.“We have one thing she didn't. Love's first kiss.” He had no intention of giving away his advantage by telling them what he really had. He frowned, though, realizing it was now crucial that he had picked the correct bean.
Marcus ran his hand gently down the Princess' arm and she sat up, blinking against the sun. When her eyes opened, they locked onto Marcus despite the cheering and capering dwarves all around her.
“Are you well?” Marcus asked, concerned. “It didn't hurt you?”
She shook her head and her hand went to her neck, rubbing the back. “I am quite stiff thought.”
Marcus wrapped his arms around her and lifted her from the stone slab. He continued to support her as her feet touched the ground. She wobbled, steadying herself, and then took a few tentative steps. Marcus shadowed her, but let her go. She walked straight toward Russel, stretching her arms over her head.
Russel took the moment to appreciate her bosom. Although not as full as Pandora's, she had fine breasts.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“Russel, younger brother to Marcus, heir of King Gowan.”
The girl turned and hurried back to Marcus, taking his hands. “Marcus. Prince Marcus.” She beamed as she spoke and Marcus took the opportunity to kiss her again. It was much longer and more intricate now that she was participating.
When she caught her breath, Marcus started to swoop in for another, but she stalled him with a finger. “I am Bianca, daughter of King Martin, and I think he would be pleased to know I am well. Will you take me to him?”
