In the one hundred years that she had been asleep the very walls of the castle had grown quiet and still, even after the awakening it was as if the castle itself refused to jump to life. It was a single kiss and a determination above all others to live that brought a little spark back into the sleepy castle. She had quietly bid her time, doing her "womanly" deeds and carrying on as if she wanted to be the Queen some day.

( With her faerie god mother dead, killed by the man who forced himself on her and insisted he take her as his wife, there was no hope that she would ever be the sorceress she had the potential to be. )