by W.R. Gingell
What do you do when your prince is not a prince, your hair won’t stop growing, and someone has cursed you to sleep for 300 years?
If you’re Polyhymnia, you get up with the help of a kiss or two, trailing your hair behind you, and find out who did it. You try not to get killed in the process.
And you definitely try not to fall in love with the incredibly irritating wizard who woke you and apparently needs to keep kissing you to keep you awake…