Once upon a time, a princess found a prince sleeping under a tree, the most innocent looking boy she'd ever seen. She swore to protect him, and for a long time, she stayed by his side doing just that. But not even once did he open his eyes, nor could he be removed from his resting place. He continued to sleep peacefully as the princess continued to care for him. Her family tried to stop her from returning to the tree day by day, but she always managed to shake them off, and after a while, they finally gave up.
Strangely enough, she didn't know why she was so attached to the slumbering prince. But his well-being was all that mattered to her at this point. She continued to slash any wild beasts that dared to come near him. She continued to make sure he was warm in winter and cool in summer. She continued to comb his dark hair and straighten his clothes every morning. She never neglected him, even as the months turned to years, even as she became a woman while he remained a youth.
Eventually, the princess grew ill, no doubt caused by her constant trips to the tree without rest, but still, she somehow managed to leave the palace without her family's knowledge. As she limped near the tree, her legs gave out and she collapsed upon the ground. No matter how hard she tried to stand back up, it was no use. In the end, she mustered all her strength to crawl towards where the prince slept.
When she was finally next to him, she stroked his soft face with shivering hands and whispered weakly.
"Even now, I know not why I care for you so. All I wished was to see your lovely eyes and smile, if only just once."
Leaving these words, she drew her last breath. It was only after her soul returned to God, however, that the prince began to stir. Slowly opening his eyes, he turned to look at the poor princess lying beside him. Tears rolled down his cheeks.
"My eternal slumber can only end at the cost of another. Why didn't you just leave me be, foolish woman?"
He smiled sadly. It was all he could do for this staunch maiden who'd cared for him to the end.
The sleeping knight, now a sleeping princess, seemed to be smiling as well.