Nothing happened…
He kissed her again and waited…and waited some more, but her hand remained limp and her face still deathly pale. Silken locks spilled across her satin pillow entwined with paper-thin, fragile and brittle dried roses, nothing like the wicked tangle of vicious thorns and miles of malevolent briers that he’d fought to defeat.
His armour dripped with sweat and he was late.
His princess had slumbered within her royal bedchamber for one hundred years, one hundred years and…just one day.
The Last Krystallos 
Beautiful, Lisa, beautiful. Imagery is so well written "malevolent briers"!
Oh, this is so beautiful and heartbreaking! Love lost by just one day …
Oh no! If only…I love the fairytale setting.The picture matches perfectly too!
I love this piece! Wouldn't that have make an anticlimactic film…
Enjoyed this trip into another time, another world. Nice image, as well.
A really original take on the prompt, and on the old fairytale. Nicely done.
Just one day . . . how heart-wrenching! But how beautifully written. Truly, Lisa!I'd never want that silence.
Oh no! He can't be too late! Great story.
The grief of realizing you are a day late. Beautifully done.
Lyrical, heartbreaking and a nice twist on the old story. Really enjoyed it!
good twist wonder how he will overcome this dilemma
Five more sentences please-here's the theme to rescue the princess: mistake