"No," he said. "Let me see you, Princess. You belong to me now."Yes, I realized that was true. That was the bargain. It certainly felt different than mere words on a paper as I stood there before his penetrating gaze.When Princess Marie Rose was born, a faery witch laid a curse upon her: she would prick her finger on a spindle at the age of sixteen and fall into a long sleep. Her parents destroyed every spindle in the kingdom. Her sixteenth birthday...