“Her king had to travel to the edge of the world to fight a great war, but he did not want to return years later to an old woman. He consulted his trusted apothecary to try to find a way to preserve his wife's youthful beauty. The apothecary, well versed in exotic botany, led an expeditionto obtain a flower known as Royal Nightshade.
The pollen from the flower was rumored to have powerful sedative properties far beyond slowing the rhythms of the heart. Inhaling enough of it could prevent the hand of time from gripping a single cell of one's body. They gathered every Royal Nightshade from the known realms and made her a bed of flowers and petals in a hidden chamber high in the keep's spire. There she was laid to rest, and the pollen carried out its role.
Everyone knew the war could last a decade or more, but after 25 years many began to assume the entire army had been routed or even killed. Not a single soldier had returned, nor had any message been received. As the years tallied the maids no longer even gazed into her cell of perpetual hibernation, finding her permanent gaze of empty hope to be deeply unsettling.” -M.D. Walter