Okay, I was going to post a snippet of my manuscript on here, but I remembered I do not have my flash-drive. So, I’ll have to wait until tomorrow to do it. In the mean time, have this: Tugging on the reins, she looked up at the tower. Patting the horse’s white coat, she slid off the steed, going forward to pull on the wrought iron handle. Having the door creak open, Sandy looked into the corridor leading to a set of stairs. Normally silence wouldn’t be this off putting, but the various bodies she saw peeking out of shadowed corners as she ascended the stairs convinced her otherwise.

This castle’s been under a sleeping spell for at least twenty years, or at least that’s what the old man told her. Finally reaching the top, an almost tired smile lit up the princess’ face at meeting a large door. She wasn’t here for money or even the prince, she heard he caused a lot of trouble, but her mother wouldn’t let up about this over pompous duke asking for her hand in marriage. So, maybe she could get out of it.

Nonetheless, she grabbed the handle on the sagging door and pulled it open. The overbearing smell of herbs and flowers brought her attention to the man lying on the bed.

“Are you kidding me?” She asked herself. “Normally by now he’d be a walking skeleton.”

Crossing the room, she peered down at Shadow, noticing the frown his lips were turned down in. None of this makes sense, or so she thought as it appeared his frown grew deeper.

“It’s now or never.” She muttered, leaning towards the prince.

It really wasn’t a mind-blowing, earth shattering kiss. It was a simple peck, but apparently it was enough to rouse the prince.

“You suck.” He whispered, causing her to skitter away from him.

Then it really sunk in.

“That’s the first thing you say. It ain’t no wonder why this place was under a spell fer twenty years.” She shot back, watching the prince sit up.

Red eyes looked around then finally settled on her again. He rushed towards her, grabbing her hand and patting it. An unnerving, at least to Sandy, smile brightened his features as he ignored the groans and questions of his palace members.

“Faker owes me fifty bucks.” Shadow suddenly shouted, running out the door.

“What are ya talkin’ about?” She said, running after him.

Shaking the cobalt hedgehog, he glanced at her, answering, “It was a stupid bet. But, thanks for waking me up, princess.”