Alexandra
The next morning they woke from sleeping on sweet smelling grass feeling completely refreshed and alert. Beside Jock on the ground was an old, worn saddle. They gathered around it in excitement. Herbert was ready to leap on and fly directly to the Castle Sopo. But Alexandra stopped him.
"We need to plan what we are going to do. How are we going to wake Princess Anaeth, for one thing?"
"By kissing her, I suppose," replied Herbert. "Isn't that the usual thing?"
"Yes, and the prince who kisses her is expected to marry her. I will not lose you to that little snippet."
"What about the others who will be there?"
"How are we to wake them?" There was a long moment of silence.
"Does it have to be a prince?" They both looked at Jock.
"I don't know," admitted Alexandra. "It always has been, but I don't know if that is the enchantment or just custom."