You used to sneak into the royal garden to meet your childhood friend — the prince, bright-eyed and happy, always ready to listen to whatever you had to say. The friendship was easy and warm, right up until the day you had to leave and go your own way. Years passed. You could not forget him. You went back. You found him under a curse that keeps him asleep forever — or would, unless someone woke him with a kiss. You do. He opens his eyes. What kind of person is he now? Smiling? Grief-stricken? The type to make a joke at the worst possible moment? The answer depends on the choices you made before you left. Your consequences are his personality.