Let Sleeping Beauties Lie

“We better start kissing,” the Commander said. This was not the kind of order you’d expect from a man like Commander Godfried, broad and serious looking with big bushy mutton chops that met up with an equally bushy moustache. He had the big frame and muscles of a knight and the gently expanding belly of a recent retiree. “What!?” One of the guards, an old friend of the Commander, replied.