[ his smile is small and soft. no longer on edge, or particularly guarded, bellamy finds himself at ease with the story of aurora the princess who seems to have slept for a long, long time. he remembers reading the fairytale one night, but his version hadn't given her a name. ]

I doubt Mom would've been fond of being called that. Or a princess. [ just like octavia, he thinks his mother would've preferred to be some kind of warrior, like mulan. he doesn't move his hand from beneath hers, but he does shift it, as though he's begun to relax again by moving his fingers slightly. ] Kind of doubt she'd let any person curse her.

[ he looks at her with his eyebrow slightly arched. ] Did she find a cure to this curse?