Once upon a time, there was a Queen, with no mentionable name, who had a beautiful daughter. At the christening of her "most beautiful daughter in the world" – who had skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as the blackest ebony – seven fairies invited as godmothers (gosh how many godmothers she had!) offered gifts. These gracious – and also a bit clichéd – gifts included beauty more than any had ever seen, wit, musical talent – for every instrument available in this world and the next – and other virtues. She could have effortlessly been a flawless goddess! This luck did not last long though, as they often don't in fairy tales; there wouldn't be a reason for the handsome prince to save the helpless, distressed, and in-danger maiden if there wasn't a tragedy. A wicked fairy had been overlooked; having been raising a certain someone who was said to be "the most beautiful child in the world" in a tower in the middle of a wood somewhere. How many "most beautiful daughters" can there be? The wicked fairy placed an enchantment on the princess as her 'gift' – what a depressing gift it was – and the gift was this: the princess, upon reaching adulthood, will prick her hand on a spindle and die. Did I mention "depressing"? Fortunately the wicked fairy was not only wicked, but also up herself, or in politer terms, arrogant. She had barged in before the last fairy had given her gift, and this last fairy partially reversed the wicked fairy's curse as her gift. Funnily enough, instead of decreeing that nothing will happen, she proclaimed, "She will fall into a deep sleep for 100 years and be awoken by a king's son." Already you know this will turn out to be a romantic story.

The king forbade spinning on spindles or the possession of one, in an attempt to prevent this outcome. But of course, one absolutely could not keep track of all the spindles in the vast kingdom. When the princess was at the undetermined age of about fifteen or sixteen, she chanced upon an old woman in a tower garret of the castle who was spinning and had not heard of the king's decree against spindles. The princess asked to try this unfamiliar task and the inevitable happened: the curse was fulfilled. Of course the woman tried to revive this beautiful beautiful princess; who wouldn't? The princess was carried to the finest room in the castle and placed upon a bed of gold-and-silver-embroidered fabric. The good fairy that changed the evil prophecy about fifteen years ago was summoned by a dwarf wearing seven-league boots and returned in a chariot of fire drawn by dragons. Having great powers of foresight, as one might, the fairy foresaw that the princess would be "absolutely distressed" to find herself alone when she eventually woke, and proceeded to put everyone – every single person – in the castle to sleep. Weirdly enough, the king and queen were left to bid their only daughter goodbye, and depart, proclaiming the entrance to be forbidden. The good fairy's magic also summoned a forest of trees, brambles and thorns that sprang up around the castle, shielding it from the outside world and preventing anyone from disturbing the princess.

A hundred years passed. A prince from another family spied the hidden castle during a hunting expedition. His attendants told him differing stories regarding the history of what happened in the castle until an old man recounted his father's words: within the castle lies a beautiful princess who is doomed to sleep for a hundred years, whereupon a king's son is to come and awaken her. Obviously, upon hearing about this beautiful flawless princess whom he could wake and marry, the prince braved the tall trees, brambles, and thorns which part at his approach, and entered the castle. He passed the sleeping castle folk, completely disregarding them, and happened across the extravagant chamber where the princess lied asleep on the bed. Trembling at the radiant beauty before him, he fell on his knees before her. Even though the good fairy stated that she had to be "awoken by the king's son", and the prince had not done anything to rouse the princess, the enchantment ended and the princess awakened. Although she had slept for a hundred years, upon awakening she conversed with the prince, who could be a murderer or a rapist for all she knew. Meanwhile the rest of the castle woke up and continued on like nothing had happened. The prince and the 115-year-old princess headed over to the hall of mirrors to dine and after only knowing each other for a couple of hours, were married by the chaplain in the castle chapel. And. They lived, as they say, happily ever after, never aging, never arguing, never sick, never dying. Their faces forever engraved in stone, smiles painted on like dolls.