Adult version of Sleeping Beauty

Deep, deep in the forest, there stood a castle unseen by anyone.
Hidden by dense wild plants and surrounded by sharp thorns, it was impossible to approach.
However, from afar, several spires could be seen rising from the thick forest.
Various rumors circulated among the villagers.
"I heard there's a haunted castle deep in the forest."
"No, I heard that wizards and witches from all over the country gather there, holding a devil's feast."
"It's actually inhabited by a terrible cannibalistic demon who likes to shred children and boil them."
"No, no, no, that's not what I heard. I heard that in that ancient city surrounded by wild roses, there lives a beautiful princess, like a dream, who has been sleeping for a hundred years..."
Many young people from all over Europe had heard the legend of this beautiful princess; many others, drawn by love and power, decided to come and rescue this princess of tragic legend. However, anyone who tries to approach the castle is entangled in the thorns of wild roses, resulting in either bleeding to death or starving to death in the forest; no one ever comes out alive.
In fact, this mysterious city had such a story long ago.
Since the Queen married into the city, she had been deeply saddened by her inability to bear any children.
The King and Queen sought divine intervention, visited various sacred sites, and tried every possible method, but to no avail.
The Queen Mother would sometimes summon the Queen privately, subtly inquiring about any signs of pregnancy. "The royal family cannot die in peace without an heir"
had become the Queen Mother's mantra. Due to her advanced age, the Queen Mother suffered from gout and a minor stroke, and lately she was often bedridden, rarely moving around.
Because the Queen had not given birth for so long, the Queen Mother often gave her a cold shoulder, frequently mocking her and sometimes even cursing her, calling her a disgrace to the royal family.
"So, what do you want me to do?"
"Have you tried herbs?"
"Herbs?"
"Women who use witchcraft go deep into the forest during the full moon to collect herbs that can cure all diseases: I know one such woman; she has a cure for infertility and an herb that grants immortality. She's an expert in this."
At that time, women who used herbs were often accused of witchcraft and sentenced to severe punishment. But under her mother-in-law's constant accusations, the Queen had no choice but to risk her life and try this method. The Queen, half-believing, half-doubting, sent a servant to find the woman who used witchcraft and bring her to the palace. At first, the woman remained silent before the Queen, refusing to admit it; but finally, after the Queen's persistent pleas, she agreed. At midnight, the woman hid a small cloth bag containing herbs in her cloak and secretly brought it into the palace.
From then on, the Queen's life underwent a dramatic change.
Several maids gathered in a room behind the castle. Some were stirring a thick, fragrant green herb in a scorching stove; others were busy crushing and drying the herbs, then mixing them with animal fat and drizzling them with sesame oil…
But even after risking her life, the Queen showed no signs of pregnancy.
The Empress Dowager's sarcasm grew increasingly vicious and merciless. The Queen herself knew perfectly well that her inability to bear children was entirely her own fault…
On her very first night in this country, she wore a pure white nightgown, shyly awaiting the King's arrival under the covers. When she felt the covers being lifted and the King appear beside her, she tensed and stiffened.
The King lifted her, passionately kissing her lips, then slipped his hands inside her nightgown, caressing her soft, full breasts. His hands continued to move downwards, finally reaching her most private place…
The Queen, filled with shame and unease, accepted the King's caresses.
However, when the excited king stripped off her robe, leaving her naked in the dim light, the queen couldn't help but cry out softly, trying to resist. Being naked in front of a man was unimaginable for the queen, who had been raised with strict etiquette.
She screamed and tried to fight back, but the impatient king forcefully held her down. That night, the king practically raped her.
From then on, the queen always refused the king's advances, while the impatient king almost every night used near-violent methods to possess the refusing-to-submit queen.
However, no matter how unwilling she was, the queen was powerless, for bearing the king an heir was her obligation. How could she refuse the king?
The queen dreaded the night.
She felt no joy in sexual intercourse, only expressionlessly removing her robe, allowing the king to violently possess her cold, corpse-like body… Was
sex really so unbearable for a woman? Is it so barbaric that it must use violence to destroy women...? But the Queen was, after all, a mature woman, yearning to be embraced and caressed by a man, to enjoy tender sex. This desire grew stronger, but she didn't want that man to be the King.
One summer, the Queen went swimming alone in a forest pool.
In the midsummer air, the woods were exceptionally quiet. The Queen unknowingly became immersed in lewd fantasies; she imagined a young man appearing out of nowhere, then lifting her young, beautiful body...
Etiquette, audiences, and strict rules... such court life was unbearably boring. The Queen didn't care about the man's status; she only longed for a polite young man to lift her body...
to hold her tightly in his strong, sun-tanned arms; to enjoy the intoxicating caresses, and then for their bodies to become one, to conceive a child of love. In this way, her position in the palace would be secure... The Queen was startled to find herself indulging in lewd fantasies. But the feeling of being one with nature, both physically and mentally, brought her an unprecedented sense of liberation. The lush green forest, the flowing water, and the birdsong echoing in her ears…
it was this delightful caress of nature that finally eased the Queen's pent-up emotions.
She submerged herself in the water, letting the cool water soothe the surge of excitement. Just then, she looked up casually into the distance. An unbelievable thing happened: a naked young man stood soaking wet in the water. Had
he been standing there all along?
Had he seen everything she did? The way she removed her clothes and stepped into the water, the way she stretched out her arms to enjoy the coolness… had he seen all of that?
The Queen was so ashamed she wanted to run away immediately, but her legs wouldn't obey her due to excessive tension. Then, as if having made a great decision, the young man slowly approached the Queen.
"Please forgive me, I really didn't know what to do, so…"
What a bright voice! Bronze skin, strong, powerful arms, a slender figure, and a naked body as handsome as a Greek statue… The Queen suddenly felt a surge of excitement.
“Who are you?”
“I am the forest keeper.”
"You live in this forest?"
"Yes, I live in a little cabin in the forest, guiding those who get lost.
"
The Queen hesitated for a moment before asking, "Have you been spying on me?"
"Yes, from the very beginning."
"You even saw me take off my clothes and walk into the pool?"
"I know it's impolite, but you are so beautiful, I couldn't help myself..."
The young man confessed to the Queen without any pretense.
Usually, the Queen was tired of hearing such compliments, but today they felt particularly different. Had this young man ever tasted the flavor of a woman? Had he ever taken a pure, wildflower-like village girl to a secluded place during a village festival to secretly taste the forbidden fruit?
At this moment, the Queen spoke words she had never dared to say before: "Come, follow me."
The two walked out of the pool, lay down on the grass, embraced tightly, and kissed passionately. What an innocent young man! He seemed somewhat helpless about sex, needing a woman's guidance.
The young man, panting, buried his face in the queen's chest, suckling at her nipple. The queen, like a mother, watched him with contentment. Then, she took the young man's hand and guided it to her more intimate parts. The young man murmured to himself.
"It feels like a dream to me too," the queen thought. Finally, the two were united.
When the young man reached his climax, the queen felt a gentle tremor within her: this was the first time she had experienced true satisfaction. Coming to her senses, she saw the young man lying on the grass beside her, his eyes closed.
The queen admired his long, naked body; both the young man and the queen had achieved unprecedented satisfaction. It was so wonderful; what she had once despised and feared was now so beautiful, so natural…
as if enchanted by forest spirits, surrounded by nature, the queen's body and soul were liberated. "It's unbelievable, like a dream." "
I should go now. Don't tell anyone about what happened today,"
the queen commanded. The young man hurriedly got up, grabbed his clothes hanging on a tree branch, and began to dress.
"Will we ever meet again?"
the young man asked anxiously, pulling his hands through his sleeves.
"No, I think it's impossible..."
A look of sorrow crossed his face, but he finally faced reality. He vanished like the wind, disappearing into the forest, leaving the queen alone, naked, still lost in her beautiful dream... Finally
, the queen snapped out of her daze; the surroundings remained as deathly silent as before, nothing had changed, and the experience seemed like a mere daydream. It took the queen a great deal of resolve to stand up again, for she had to return to her mundane daily life and endless loneliness...
Although
the experience had been brief, it felt like an eternity.
Since her chance encounter with the young man, the queen had become a different person, no longer resisting the king's advances.
The king could sense this change in her. She was no longer afraid of his gaze upon her body, and her behavior had become much bolder. She was also more considerate of the king, making him happier with her during their intimate moments. The king no longer needed to resort to violence to achieve his goals; now he could embrace the queen's body more gently, making them one.
Soon after, the queen became pregnant and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Although the newborn was not the heir to the throne everyone had hoped for, the whole country rejoiced.
The church bells rang, announcing the birth of the new royal family member. The resounding bells reached the ears of merchants in the market, farmers tilling the fields in the countryside, and woodcutters silently felling trees deep in the forest.
The queen held her newborn daughter contentedly, although she had some doubts about the child's father, but this unease was quickly forgotten. No longer would she have to face the accusing gaze of the Queen Mother; she had become the queen's most important person, and no one could shake her position…
The king was also genuinely happy, after all, this was the child they had waited so long for. The newborn princess's baptism was held in the palace, and the royal family invited seven fairies to attend the banquet. Inviting fairies to predict the future of newborns was a refined and fashionable custom at the time.
After the baptism, all the guests were led into the hall, the venue for the banquet. On the long marble table were set gold and silver cutlery and wine; luxurious bowls with gold rims were filled with all sorts of precious fruits, chicken, duck, and fish; there was so much food that there was almost no room to put it all.
The guests, dressed in long silk gowns, danced lightly, and the banquet began in a lively atmosphere. Everyone enjoyed the moment of happiness, while the invited fairies began to express their blessings for the princess. The first fairy said, "I wish the princess to become an incomparably beautiful woman."
Then the second fairy said, "I wish the princess to have a heart as compassionate as an angel."
Then the third fairy said, "I wish the princess to become the most elegant lady in the world."
The fourth fairy continued, "I wish the princess to dance better than anyone else."
Then the fifth fairy prayed that the princess would have a beautiful voice.
The sixth fairy prayed that the princess would have a talent for playing musical instruments. The king and queen's joy was evident on their faces upon hearing these wishes.
However, suddenly, an elderly fairy, draped in a black cloak, barged in, ignoring the gatekeeper's attempts to stop her.
The king and queen hadn't invited this fairy, for they had heard of her terrible reputation, always spouting extremely unfortunate prophecies. The princess was their precious child, and naturally, they didn't want the old fairy to bring bad luck to the palace.
A young fairy, seeing the old fairy enter, knew she was here to cause trouble again, so she quickly hid behind a screen, hoping to use her power to save the princess's future as much as possible.
The uninvited fairy first bowed respectfully to the King and Queen, then surveyed the guests with disdain and loudly proclaimed, "When the princess turns fifteen, she will prick her finger on a spindle and die on the spot..."
Hearing this cruel prophecy, the Queen fainted from dizziness. Only the King, maintaining his composure, blushed and angrily rebuked, "Why say such unlucky things? The princess will die? How can that be!"
The fairy did not reply, but turned and left the banquet hall. Amidst the uproar, the seventh fairy, who had been hiding behind the screen, approached the King and said, "Although I cannot dispel the prophecy, Your Majesty and Queen need not worry. Although the princess will still prick her finger on the spindle, she will not die. She will only sleep for a hundred years, and after that, a prince will come to awaken her."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but the previous joyful atmosphere was gone. The banquet hall was filled with a stagnant atmosphere. The drunken guests all left, leaving the king and queen bewildered in the empty hall.
Although the seventh fairy had saved the princess's life with her prophecy, the fact remained that the princess would fall into a deep sleep at the age of fifteen. Why didn't the fairy change "fifteen" to "sixty"? Wouldn't that have been more pleasant? Thinking this, the king and queen even began to resent the seventh fairy.
The thought of the princess pricking her hand on the spindle and then falling into a century-long slumber gave the king a headache: he summoned scholars from all over the country who knew how to solve the mystery, but the scholars, like the king, could only hold their heads in long silence. Finally, one of the scholars spoke up: "Your Majesty, I think the spindle might be a metaphor for something?"
"A metaphor?"
"For example, the hand being pricked by the spindle and bleeding represents the princess's first menstruation at fifteen, bidding farewell to her childhood, which is 'the death of childhood'... Could that be what the fairy meant?"
"Spinning yarn with a spindle is a woman's exclusive work. I guess the spindle might refer to the small protrusion of a woman's genitals.
When the princess was fifteen, she lost her virginity because of playing with her genitals, which is to say, she committed the sin of masturbation, so she fell into a deep sleep."
"No, it's not like that. I think the shape of the spindle is a metaphor for the male phallus. When the princess was fifteen, she was violated, resulting in the loss of her virginity. Because the process was extremely painful and caused a lot of bleeding, the princess fainted. That's the true meaning of the deep sleep, isn't it?"
"What? The spindle is a symbol of the phallus?"
The king hoped that the princess would remain pure before her marriage, and the scholar's analysis shocked him.
"What should I do? How can I keep the princess safe from these dangers?"
"The princess should be raised separately from all men; otherwise, there's probably no other way to keep her away from danger..."
The queen's face turned pale upon hearing these words; she had never forgotten her fleeting, dreamlike encounter with that young man. Would the princess lose her virginity before marriage?
Would such a pure baby girl grow into a promiscuous woman?
This was a grave crime! Hadn't I also committed the crime of betraying the king and having affairs with other men? Had the promiscuous blood flowing in my veins been passed on to the princess?
The queen was deeply frightened by the cruel twist of fate and burst into tears.
"Husband, please, you must protect this child and spare her from the cruelty of fate."
The king embraced the weeping queen and promised,
"Don't worry, I will do everything in my power to protect my beloved prince."
Seeing her husband's resolute attitude, the queen finally faced reality. This was the first time they had united for the same purpose, and from then on they would treat each other sincerely, becoming the ideal couple that everyone admired.
"Forget that young man, no, you must forget him!" the Queen vowed silently in her heart. The first thing the King did was order all the spindles in the country to be burned. A spindle is a tool for spinning cotton and linen into fine threads, about twenty to thirty centimeters long, tapering at both ends, with a disc made of wood, stone, or ceramic in the center. Using this tool, the fiber material wound on a stick can be pulled into fine threads and wound together.
In the past, European girls, once they reached a certain age, would learn to spin with a spindle and weave on a loom. In primitive times, men were often away from home hunting, fighting, or herding livestock, so women at home would use their spare time to spin, weave, and sew clothes. In the Middle Ages, girls of marriageable age would often gather together on winter nights to work on spinning. Seeing so many women working together was naturally mysterious and incomprehensible to men.
Young men would often find excuses to barge into the girls' spinning rooms and strike up conversations, even intimately putting their arms around their shoulders, especially late at night when the older women were already in bed.
In the dim light of the secluded rooms, the suppressed sexual desires of the young men and women were gradually released.
Thus, the spinning rooms transformed into places for illicit affairs. Consequently, the spindle was always associated with sex. On one hand, it resembled a phallus; on the other hand, it carried the connotation of losing one's virginity. The Queen was deeply troubled. Was all this punishment for her committing that unknown sin? Yet, the newborn child was innocent! Would the princess one day also commit this taboo crime like herself?
She did not want the princess to follow in her footsteps, nor did she want the princess to commit adultery; she hoped that the princess would remain a pure virgin until she married a man of equal social standing.
As a result, the King issued the order to "burn all the spindles in the kingdom." From that day on, the spinning rooms, which had originally served an ambiguous purpose, ceased to exist.
The king didn't just ban the use of spindles; he gathered all the spindles in the square in front of the city gate and burned them all. His courtiers didn't understand the true meaning of this order; some even thought the king had gone mad. But in reality, the king took it very seriously.
He hoped the princess would remain a virgin, preserving her purity before marrying a prince of equal social standing… he prayed as he watched the enormous flames from the burning spindles.
After burning all the spindles, the king then began arresting all adulterous couples in the kingdom and severely punishing them. Premarital sex, homosexuality, and prostitution were all strictly forbidden; violators were severely punished, flogged, or had their heads shaved and paraded through the streets.
For example, a prostitute who had just removed one garment was shaved bald, smeared with tar, stuffed in a sack, and paraded through the streets while the onlookers threw filth and garbage at her.
Furthermore, any married man who had an affair with an unmarried woman, or who purchased sex from a prostitute, would be convicted of adultery. If the man was unmarried, he would be required to immediately marry the woman he had slept with. As a result, informers were constantly reporting on him throughout the city, causing widespread fear among the people. For
a while afterward, no further misfortunes occurred. The princess indeed became a beautiful, gentle, and elegant young woman, as the seven fairies had predicted. Her care was entirely handled by her maids, and no male servants were allowed to approach her.
Then, at the queen's urging, the king made an even more significant decision.
He decided to raise the princess as a boy.
As a result, the princess wore boy's shorts, a breastplate with sleeves, her hair was cut short, and she even spoke in a boy's voice.
Seeing the princess with short hair, dressed as a boy, moving about the palace, some of the courtiers couldn't help but lament that the end of the world had arrived. However, some of the retainers were quite pleased with the princess's boyish attire, feeling that this youthful look accentuated her beauty.
When the princess, with her uncoordinated tongue, imitated a boy's tone, saying things like, "I do this...you do that..."
, she was utterly adorable. And when learning swordsmanship from her teacher, her shouts of "Hah!"
and "Ha!" while wielding the sword
often brought smiles to everyone's faces.
One day, a grand ball was held in the palace, inviting nobles and royalty from neighboring countries. The elegantly dressed men and women lined up neatly in the banquet hall, and as the band played powerful music, everyone began to dance joyfully.
Because the princess was too young, she was not allowed to participate in the ball, so she could only use the breaks to secretly watch the ball with her maids.
"What beautiful women! What are their clothes made of?"
Under the glittering crystal chandeliers, the ladies adorned their snow-white breasts, which shone brightly against their velvet gowns, with diamond necklaces and jewels brought back from the East; while their voluminous skirts, supported by whalebone, billowed as they danced to the music...
The princess, her heart itching to dance, turned to her maid and said, "Nana, come here and dance with me."
She placed her hand on the maid's shoulder and began to dance gracefully. The princess, disguised as a man, was so captivating as she twirled that the other palace maids stopped what they were doing, mesmerized. Some even forgot that the princess was actually a woman, completely captivated by her charm. From then on, the princess, disguised as a man, became the idol of the palace maids.
Another time, the king took the princess hunting in the forest.
Horns blared, horses' hooves shook the earth, and the sounds of hunters barking, gunshots, and shouts filled the air…
"Father, look, there's prey…"
Before she could finish speaking, the princess whipped her horse and chased after a fleeing deer. She ran incredibly fast, causing the worried king to quickly order his servants to bring her back.
"Why is this? I finally had a chance..."
the princess protested, returning home disappointed. The king could only smile wryly; even he was at a loss with the princess.
Gradually, everyone forgot that the princess was actually a girl.
The king was truly happy to see the princess growing up healthily, but what if this continued and she began to deny her femininity? The princess was, after all, a girl, and women should have the happiness and beauty of women... The king began to reflect on whether the queen's suggestion had gone too far.
The princess was forbidden from touching her own body or looking in the mirror, and occasionally she would throw a tantrum, saying, "This is my own body, I can do whatever I want with it!" But the maids didn't seem to care. In addition, the princess was forbidden from reading romance novels, and the palace dared not hang any more nude paintings by famous artists. Even scenes of insects or animals mating were deliberately kept away from the princess.
This strict control was reminiscent of Victorian England in the 19th century: at that time, England was ruled by Queen Victoria, who was seen as a virtuous wife and mother, and therefore moral constraints were quite strict.
How strict were they? For example,
words like "leg," anything with ambiguous connotations, were strictly forbidden. And it wasn't just human legs; even the wooden legs of chairs and pianos were considered suggestive and had to be covered with curtains.
The word "leg" was avoided; it was referred to as "limb." A wife couldn't be called "wife" directly; she had to be addressed as "lady." Furthermore, "breast"
was forbidden,
and the term "breast" was used instead.
Not only that, but portraits of men were not allowed in women's rooms, and books by male and female authors were not permitted on the same shelf. Looking back now, it might seem laughable, but this was truly how people lived in the Victorian era.
However, despite deliberately using straight-cut men's clothing to conceal the body's curves and having maids attend to the princess's needs to eliminate any potential influence, the princess would still grow up—something that couldn't be controlled.
And so, beneath her men's clothing, her body gradually became shapely, and after menstruation began, pubic hair grew; and of course, there was also that inexplicable fire and stirring within her heart.
But no one told her any of this; the princess thus unknowingly welcomed the maturing transformation of her body.
Finally, the princess reached the age of fifteen.
One day, the king and queen, unusually, went out together, and the royal city was quiet. So, the extremely bored princess decided to take the opportunity to explore the palace; while the maids, since the king and queen were not present, all lazily took a nap.
Without the constraints of the talkative maids, the princess felt very free; she couldn't stand those maids constantly saying "You can't do this!" "You can't touch that!"
The princess wandered around, visiting every room in the palace. When she came to the central courtyard, she saw a small wooden door with a key still in the lock, so she gently turned the handle; when the rusty lock opened with a click, a narrow spiral staircase came into view.
The princess ascended the stairs to the top of the castle's spire.
There was a small room at the top; pushing open the door, she saw it filled with old furniture—rotten tables and chairs piled haphazardly, and old candlesticks overturned on the floor.
A man sat on a bench in the room; he was a servant who worked in the city. Actually, he was waiting there for a palace maid to come and share his pleasures, but she hadn't appeared, making him increasingly impatient.
Suddenly, the princess, disguised as a man, appeared before him, startling him so much his heart nearly leaped out of his chest. However, after a brief moment of surprise, the princess's adorable appearance ignited a forbidden desire within him.
(She's so cute, no matter when I see her…)
Previously, male servants could only admire the princess from afar, captivated by her pure beauty. Everyone understood that she was a flower on a high mountain, forever unattainable. But now, the princess was standing right in front of him…
“Your Highness, what brings you here? Is there anything I can do for you?”
“I’ve been exploring the city. Come to think of it, this place is really filthy.”
The princess’s men’s clothing could no longer conceal her ample breasts; her eyes were as flawless as a squirrel’s, and her lips as delicate as a flower bud.
He longed to taste this pure fruit, untouched by any man… The servant’s heart raced, his breath coming in ragged gasps; desire had blinded him, making him disregard time, place, and object. To calm himself, he took a few deep breaths. “And who are you? You’re different from the maids around me. You’re a man, just like my father, aren’t you? I’ve never spoken to a man before; and for some reason, I always get scolded whenever I get close to one, even though I’m very interested in men.”
“Come here, Your Highness, let me show you what a man is like.”
The servant called the princess to the bench and began to act indecently.
"Let's play a fun game! Don't be afraid, it won't hurt at all."
So the servant removed the princess's top, pants, underwear, and panties. Although she was naked, the princess showed no shame on her face; this puzzled the servant greatly.
"Aren't you ashamed to be naked in front of a man?"
"No, why not?"
The princess herself was also curious, completely unaware of the servant's confusion.
"Isn't this a game? I also want to see your naked body soon. Hurry up, take off your clothes."
The servant also took off his clothes. The princess stared at him with curiosity; the servant had a strong chest, a powerful waist, thick body hair, and...? "You're so strong, huh? Why is there hair here? Wow!
Such small breasts, how strange, completely different from those palace maids! Huh?"
The princess's gaze shifted to the servant's lower body, then suddenly stopped.
"What is this?
Why does it protrude? And why does it twitch involuntarily...?"
"This, Your Highness, this is how it's used."
Unable to restrain himself any longer, the male servant attacked the princess like a wild beast. The princess, experiencing fear for the first time in her life, desperately resisted, but she was no match for a grown man. The servant forced the princess down onto the bench and inserted his penis into her lower body.
A mournful cry was heard, bloodstains appeared on her lower body, and she immediately fainted.
The servant was startled. When he came to his senses, he quickly put the princess's clothes back on. "Something terrible has happened to the princess!"
he cried out several times before hiding. Soon, the palace maids and servants of the city gathered.
They found the unconscious princess in the room atop the spire; everyone knew something was wrong, so they quickly splashed water on the princess's face, loosened her clothes, applied invigorating perfume, and let her smell the alcohol; but all their efforts failed to revive the princess.
The King and Queen, returning from their travels, found the palace in turmoil. They rushed to the top of the spire and were immediately shocked. However, this was something the fairy had foretold long ago; they knew what was destined to happen could not be avoided. So, heartbroken, they dressed the princess in her most beautiful gown, chose the most luxurious room in the palace, and prepared a large bed with curtains embroidered with gold and silver and woven from thin silk, so that the princess could sleep soundly for a long time.
Thinking back, this was the first time in her life that the princess had worn such clothes, yet under such circumstances… The King and Queen were overwhelmed with grief.
What was the princess, who had always been raised as a boy, feeling? Although they had never heard her complain, they felt terribly sorry for the child. But all of this was to save her life… Although the princess had fainted, her complexion remained rosy, her cheeks flushed with a rosy blush, and her lips were as clear and translucent as coral; she was as beautiful and flawless as an angel descended from heaven
… Although the princess's eyes were closed, she was still breathing slightly, indicating she was not dead.
So the king decreed that the princess remain asleep until she awoke.
At the time of the incident, the kind fairy who had saved the princess's life was in a country twelve thousand kilometers away from the castle. Upon hearing the news, she immediately boarded a four-wheeled carriage pulled by a fire-breathing dragon and traveled day and night back to the castle.
When she arrived, she was very pleased to see that the king and queen had properly cared for the princess.
However, she worried that the princess would be very lonely if she woke up alone. So she put everyone in the castle into a state of slumber.
The fairy waved her magic wand over everything in the castle. The king and queen, maids, nobles, attendants, servants, housekeepers, cooks, guards, grooms, gardeners, the horses in the stables, the chickens in the henhouse, and even the princess's favorite little dog…
everything encountered by the fairy's southern kingdom immediately fell into a deep sleep.
Horses scurried about, dogs roamed the halls, flies buzzed on the walls; the crackling firewood in the stove suddenly fell silent, the sizzling of roasting meat on the griddle ceased; the breeze stopped, and the flowers, grasses, and trees in the courtyard all fell silent. Only the wild roses planted around the castle stretched out continuously; their thorny vines intertwined and sprawled, impassable to both man and animal. The wild roses soon grew taller than the castle, covering the entire structure; and thus, the castle was gradually submerged.
Occasionally, nobles hunting nearby would see the tower deep in the forest and curiously inquire of the local villagers.
The villagers' answers varied, each recounting the rumors they had heard.
Some say it's a haunted castle; others say it's the gathering place of witches from all over the country; still others say it's inhabited by man-eating demons who snatch children on the road and devour them alive.
Similarly, rumors of a beautiful princess sleeping in the city slowly spread throughout the land. Princes from many countries, upon hearing these rumors, flocked to the castle, attempting to part the overgrown wild roses, but all failed.
The wild roses seemed like the arms of living people, tightly intertwined; once someone was trapped, there was no escape, only a tragic death.
Despite this, young men, drawn by the legend of the princess, continued to come in droves. To put it nicely, they were acting in chivalry, rescuing the princess, but in reality, they all had more practical reasons.
Whether princes or knights, if they were the eldest son, that was fine; but if they were the second or third son, the chance of inheriting the family fortune was almost nonexistent. These men either entered monasteries or traveled far and wide, hoping to work under a king or acquire a castle through their own strength.
Therefore, from a young age, these second and third sons had to go out to learn skills, and if they were knights, they had to practice martial arts even more diligently. But no matter what, once they grew up, they had to leave home. Some people relied on participating in tournaments to gain a chance to distinguish themselves, or to marry wealthy widows to secure a livelihood.
Thus, rescuing the sleeping princess and being chosen by the king to become the prince consort and the ruler of a country and city became the dream of those second and third sons at that time. And this is why so many noble sons or knights were willing to risk their lives to rush to rescue the princess.
Many, many years later, one day, a prince went hunting deep in the forest and got lost not far from the castle. He asked an old man passing by, "What is that spire?" The old man replied, "Beyond those wild roses lies a castle, where a princess of unparalleled beauty sleeps. It is said that a hundred years from now, a prince will come to awaken her and marry her. Many princes and noblemen have come to search for her, but they have all been trapped in the rose bushes and none have returned alive."
What a romantic and enchanting story! The prince thought to himself, "I must rescue the sleeping princess and see what she looks like."
Having studied swordsmanship with a swordsman since childhood and participated in numerous horse-riding tournaments, the prince was confident in his abilities. "I must go to that castle, sir. Please tell me how to get there,"
the old man pleaded, repeatedly advising the prince against taking the risk, but the prince wouldn't listen.
In fact, this was exactly one hundred years after the princess fell into her slumber. So, as the prince approached the wild rose forest, the enormous, thorny wild roses miraculously parted to create a path wide enough for one person to pass through; he followed the path. When the prince finally emerged from the forest and reached a more open area, he could finally see the castle's exterior clearly. He looked back and saw that all his followers had vanished. It turned out that after the prince passed through the bushes, the thorns had grown back, like outstretched hands separating him from his entourage. The prince passed through the city gate and entered the front courtyard. It was eerily quiet, and everywhere he went was gloomy, with many people and animals lying on the ground. With a heavy heart, he continued into the castle. When he saw the guards standing by the door, still holding glasses of wine, he realized they were simply asleep.
The prince then passed through the marble-floored hall, climbed the stairs, and entered the guards' quarters. The guards, still carrying muskets, stood in neat rows, all snoring. He continued through more rooms, seeing many nobles and ladies, some sitting, some standing, all fast asleep.
Finally, the prince arrived at the innermost and most luxurious room in the palace; there was a large bed draped with thin silk curtains. He suppressed his racing heartbeat and lifted the curtain. He saw a stunningly beautiful woman lying on the bed, dressed in an elegant gown. She looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old.
The princess's skin glowed with a rosy sheen, her cheeks were rosy, and her lips were like full, red coral. The neckline of her velvet dress revealed her flawless, white neck… The prince had never seen such a beautiful woman in his life.
He leaned closer, gazing intently, and heard her soft breathing. Her breath brushed against his cheek. He placed his hand on her chest; her full, firm breasts felt wonderfully comfortable.
What troubles could the sleeping princess hold?
Though she remained unconscious, her body matured daily.
She exuded a delicate fragrance, as if enticing men. She possessed everything to attract men, yet she was unaware of the danger it posed.
The prince couldn't resist kneeling down and kissing her lips. Her soft lips were like fragrant fruit gummies, making him suckle with excitement and abandon.
At that moment, the spell was broken, and the princess suddenly awoke.
"Huh? Who are you?
"
the princess asked, startled by the prince before her.
"I...I am a prince, I've come to save you."
The prince hesitated for a moment, but then answered resolutely.
"Oh? You're the prince who saved me?"
The princess smiled. She said to the prince seriously, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Hearing the princess's playful and lovely tone, the prince was even more captivated. For a moment, he didn't even know how to express his excitement, and could only repeat "I love you" over and over again
.
Actually, it was normal for the prince to be more surprised than the princess, because the princess had already thought about what she should say when she met the prince in her long dream, and the fairies had also affectionately recounted many things about her in the dream.
Although the princess was raised as a boy, during her long slumber, her body and mind had grown, becoming a perfect woman, just waiting for the day when the handsome prince would appear and lead her on a new journey in life.
The two of them chatted and laughed to their hearts' content, as if they had endless topics to discuss. At this time, the people in the palace also woke up one by one, all wanting to continue their unfinished duties. But everyone felt very hungry, and they had to fill their stomachs before they could continue working, right?
When the maids prepared the meal and announced their arrival, the prince, hand in hand with the princess, rose to his feet. The princess wore a magnificent gown, but to the prince, it seemed like the outdated fashion of her grandmother's generation; however, he showed no disgust, for despite the unfashionable attire, the princess was still beautiful.
The two entered the hall, where the king and queen were already seated, tears of joy streaming from their eyes. They had waited a long time for this day. Seeing the prince's dignified bearing and refined manners, the king and queen were quite pleased; they knew this prince would surely bring happiness to their daughter.
The lovers began their meal, served by attendants, but no one dared to interrupt their conversation. As they ate, elegant music played on flutes and violins. To the prince, these pieces were hundreds of years old, but he, immersed in happiness, paid no heed. They were completely absorbed in the atmosphere of their love, gazing deeply into each other's eyes.
After a hearty meal and drinks, witnessed by the bishop, the two entered the hall for their wedding ceremony. Led by maids, they were then led to their bridal chamber, where the curtains of the bed were drawn.
However, neither of them wanted to sleep. The princess had slept for a full hundred years, feeling no fatigue whatsoever, while the prince was too excited to sleep. So they indulged in the pleasures of their union.
The princess's hymen had unfortunately been broken by a servant's penis, but with the help of a kind fairy, the wound had long since healed. Therefore, on their wedding night, the princess's blood stained the sheets again, proving she was still a virgin; the prince was quite pleased with this.
Thus, the prince and princess began their married life; however, their happiness did not last long, and many minor frictions arose between them. After all, they were a hundred years apart in age, and their views on things naturally differed, such as differences in common sense and concepts, and preferences for fashionable clothing. We often lament how quickly times change, let alone a hundred years between them. In a hundred years, the world has changed considerably. To give a simple example, the bottle-shaped ball gowns held up by hoops, popular in the prince's era, hadn't even been invented a hundred years earlier. These gowns were so wide that one had to squeeze sideways into a doorway, and the male escorts had to step back and stand behind the lady. Furthermore, sitting down in such a gown required significantly more space than before.
Not only that, but some found the hooped gowns insufficient and began to favor the "Parisian hip."
Simply put, this involved sewing padding into clothing to artificially enlarge a woman's buttocks.
Having large breasts was no longer a source of pride; instead, a full bottom was considered more alluring to men. At the time, extremely pointed high heels were fashionable, made of linen and silk instead of leather, and embroidered with gold and silver threads or decorated with jewels.
The ladies of the new era were accustomed to wearing tight-fitting waistbands, ball gowns, high buns, and pointed high heels. Despite the restrictive clothing, they still managed to maintain their balance and stroll gracefully.
However, the same clothes, when worn by a princess, seemed as if she might trip at any moment. She longed to emulate the elegant, brisk walks of the noblewomen, but no matter how hard she tried, she simply couldn't get used to it. At the time, another new trend was the use of artificial beauty marks on the cheeks. These came in various shapes—stars, crescents, circles, small ones—for the ladies to choose from. The placement of these marks also carried different meanings; for example, a mark near the eye represented "passion," around the nose "shamelessness," near the lips "flirtatious," and in the center of the cheek "social butterfly"...
Hairstyles
were also quite peculiar. The latest trend was a one-meter-high bun on top of the head, leaving a lasting impression on anyone who saw it. Furthermore, it was fashionable to decorate the bun with streams, fields, and even windmills. To prevent the decorative flowers from wilting, small water bottles were even hidden inside the bun.
Of course, the embellishments of various gems, ornaments, birds, and roses were indispensable. Wearing such a high bun while riding in a carriage was quite tiring; because it would touch the carriage ceiling, women had to stick their heads out of the window or kneel on the carriage floor to avoid ruining their carefully styled hair.
And this was only a small part of the fashion at the time. Therefore, all the embroidery workshops and goldsmiths in the city had to work day and night to help Sleeping Beauty keep up with the times.
But no matter how hard they tried, there were bound to be embarrassing moments.
Once, a noblewoman held a tea party and served cups of a dark brown liquid; the princess couldn't help but ask the ladies around her what herbs were used to brew it. The ladies, looking surprised, replied, "Oh, Your Highness, this is coffee! Don't you know?"
"This...this is called coffee?"
"It's made from roasted beans, a drink from Turkey! It's said that the emperor of a certain country loved coffee so much that he drank eight cups every morning, and it's even said to cure stomach ailments. Now, many coffee shops have opened in towns, and even commoners love this flavor.
"
So the princess took a large gulp, only to be overwhelmed by the sudden bitterness, turning pale and drawing snickers from the noblewomen.
Besides, there were new trends in drama, music, and novels… The princess often overheard other noblewomen discussing these refined matters, but whenever she chimed in, she was met with further laughter. She knew she had said something foolish, but no one was willing to explain it to her.
Furthermore, the neighboring countries had long since changed dynasties, and the thrones were inherited by people the princess didn't recognize. So even when attending balls held by neighboring countries, no one recognized her; she was treated like a stranger.
In this environment, the princess found it increasingly unbearable and silently boarded her carriage to return to the palace. As soon as she got in, she started arguing with the prince: "I'm never coming again! Even if you order me, I won't come!"
"Don't be so temperamental," the prince said. "Let them say what they want."
Gradually, the prince began to wonder, "Why did I marry such a woman?" He couldn't help but sigh.
She had seemed like a stunning beauty to him then, but now she looked like an antique from the last century. Her views and ideas were completely different from modern people. Even during sex, she adhered strictly to etiquette, making her utterly boring.
As a result, the prince began to seek pleasure outside. At that time, it was fashionable for nobles to build a separate "mansion" in the suburbs, not only with luxurious villa-like decorations but also with a group of female companions for their amusement.
Some nobles would even surround their bedrooms with mirrors and install several hidden peepholes so that everyone could gather to watch the erotic scenes in bed.
The prince, of course, also built his own "mansion." He felt that women bought with money were more appealing than princesses who were always bound by the three obediences and four virtues. At least he could demand that women bought with money do anything, and as long as the money was enough, whipping and promiscuity were no problem...
In addition, it was also fashionable at the time for women to dress as men, and the prince enjoyed this.
He made his playmates wear knee-length breeches and stockings, and cut their hair short. Although this attire differed from Sleeping Beauty's from a century ago, the charm and sensuality it exuded were no different.
These women also enjoyed hunting and even knew men's dance steps. The prince never imagined that his wife had dressed like this long ago, because the king, queen, and courtiers all kept this past a secret…
Hearing rumors that her husband had built a "small mansion" outside, the princess bit her lip in anger. Having someone dress as a man? What a strange hobby… the princess was quite disdainful of it. But…
"Dressed as a man…? Dressed as a man?"
For some reason, the princess felt a sense of déjà vu; why was she so bothered by the word "man's clothing"?
Actually, during her long slumber, the princess lost some of her memories; several years' worth of memories seemed to have been completely erased, but she never dared to mention it to anyone, silently enduring this torment. And this torment should have been drowned out by her busy life long ago…
Now, looking back, something was indeed amiss.
When she got married, among the piles of clothes in her dowry were several pieces of men's clothing. Where did these clothes come from? Who wore them? She believed they belonged to her, but she couldn't remember.
Perhaps these men's clothes could help her retrieve those lost memories?
The princess couldn't contain herself at this thought. That night, she secretly slipped into the dressing room, a room filled with wooden trunks. The princess rummaged through them for a while and finally found the men's clothes from before.
There were silk shorts with buttons on the cuffs, as well as sleeved breastplates and stockings…; these garments were clearly fashionable from the last century. "Are these clothes I used to wear?" she wondered
. "But why am I wearing these clothes?"
The men's clothing was too small for the princess now, but when she stood in front of the mirror wearing them, her past self and her present self slowly overlapped, and those distant memories gradually awakened.
"Yes, I used to be a boy!"
Memories flooded back: her father taking her hunting trips, practicing fencing with her teacher, dancing with her maids, and the events that took place in the room at the top of the spire…
With these thoughts, she took a new step.

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