Primrose:
[gasps]
Felicity won't die! Maybe I cannot remove the curse, but I can change it. Here's my gift for you, beautiful Felicity: in your sixteenth year, you shall indeed prick your finger on a spindle, but you will *not* die. Instead, you will fall into a deep sleep, a sleep that will last one hundred years and a day. And on that hundred and first day, you will be awakened by the son of a king. And the moment you awaken from your long slumber, it will *not* be you, but Odelia who shall die!
[to Amoratta]
Primrose:
I did good?
Amoratta:
You did *very* well.
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