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One kiss was all she needed to be set free. Not even his warm embrace, not a word of peace, nor a happily ever after. Only a gentle touch of his lips against hers. He didn’t need to be an inventive, creative, intelligent prince. She didn’t even care if he was actually of royal descent. She only wished for a leap of faith, a kiss so she would wake up and see a sunset once again. But as the crone had warned her, he never came.