A 'clang' echoed off the mildew stone walls as a smoke stained sword was thrown harshly to the ground. This metal gauntlet covered hand rose up to move the armored mask from out of the keeper's face. An aggrivated sigh heaved past dark lips as ruby red orbs looked back over an ebony shoulder at the brand new bloodied dragon coarpse upon the stoned floor beneath his feet. Well, that was a pain in the ass...! Lancelot thought to himself bitterly before setting his sights ahead and upward to the castle tower not far ahead of him. Shaking any blood that might have splattered onto his slick black fur, the male hedgehog zipped forward - heading towards the entrance to the tower.

It didn't take the knight long to make it up the cascade of spiral stairs of the building. With his super speed, he could get across anything! Unless it had some sort of obstical in the way... Then whatever it happened to be, was erraticated! Just like that bothersome dragon!

At the top of the stairs stood an old arched wooden door, which was just a turn of a door knob to be opened. The hedge-knight didn't hesitate to do so - letting himself into the room.

The room in which he entered was nicely kept for being that of inside such an old castle. There were assorted portraits hanging along the wall being outlined in faded mahogany wood. Curtains of royal blue that looked to be of luxurious fabric hung from the nicest wood along the windows. And scattered across the room were a few pieces of furniture. But what really caught the eye of the crimson streaked hedgehog, was of what laid right in the middle of the room...

Instead of a normal bed in which the alluring figure laid in, it was of at least a hundred or so thornless red roses! The maiden's fur was of a subtle pink with three bangs sprouting over her closed eyelids. Long rose quills flowed from behind her and onto the shoulders of the dress she was in A powder blue was the color of her dress that looked to be of silk or other fancy materials. Along the lower layers past the waistline of the dress were outline in golden threading and jewelry. This karote gold necklace with a large sapphire dangling from the end of it hung from from her neck, and a headband with an indigo flower attached to the side of it sat her hair quills. From her elbows clothed over her forearms and hands/fingertips were a pair of blue tinted white gloves.

Lancelot found his breath hitch as he slowly walked over to the rose. His eyes taking in every enticing detail of her form and wardrobe. Her elegance was one of the few things that caused him to rarely move at such a slow pace... What seemed liked a life time, that was actually maybe a minute or two at the most, he had finally made it over to the side of the fair lady.

He had always heard tales of a 'sleep beauty' imprisoned in a castle tower as well as in a deep enchanted slumber, but he never thought it to be true. The man was familiar with magic, but he never thought something that seemed so silly would actually exist with some truth. And it was worth the long travel and of a battle with a tedious dragon to see it in fair flesh...!

Brushung some dainty quills from out of the beauty's face, the knight began to lower his upper body. In the tale of the 'sleeping beauty' it was said that a kiss would break the spell and the maiden to wake. So with that information fresh in his mind's memory, his lips were inching closer to those beneath him. His heart thumped so fiercely and heavily in his chest! It was another slow hell for him as he was finally meeting hers. This tender kiss warming those frigid sweet lips.

Right as his kiss was pressing against soft rose lips, the gloved hands enlaced in one another over the maiden's stomach, began to untwine as the right one rose into the air. The left one laid a top of a gauntlet covered hand as the one in the air snuck its arm around an armored head. Emerald met ruby as onyx eyelids flew open and pink ones slowly a rose themselves.

Seeing as the maiden's spell was indeed broken by this small token of affection, Lancelot moved his head backwards, unlocking their lips.

There was a tender grin upon the female hedgehog's features as she lifted her upper body from off the bed of roses she had been rested upon for many years...

"Thank you, brave knight, for awakening me of my accursid slumber." Is what she said to him with her grin widening.

The warmth of a small blush began to stain the male's cheeks at witnessing the expressions she was holding for him! Her voice was like a sweet soft melody to his ears - which twitched from the source.

"Are you going to tell me your name? I'd like to know the name of the knight who traveled so far and fought so bravely for me..."

Those were the other words spoken that snapped the hedge-male out of his love-struck daze. He didn't hesitate to kneel to her side. One of his gauntlet covered hands seized a delicate hand holding it gently in its grasp. "Sir Lancelot." Was all he could muster, which was unusual for him. Even if he was a man of very few words...

"You may rise, Sir Lancelot." Spoke the maiden, which he obeyed to, letting go of her gloved hand as he did so. Then, with a giggle, she said: "It's much easier to carry me out onto your stead in this position."

With an amused smirk, the knight quickly maneuvered his arms to where he now held her in his grasp. "You are right and right away, M'lady." And then he carried her out of the room. A long journey was ahead, but he didn't mind, especially with his new found rose in his arms...