I strode manfully into the princess’s bedchamber, where I expected to find her asleep for a century. I’d spent months imagining how grateful she’d be, awakened by my kiss. But I found her wide awake, a laptop on her knees, in a group chat with her girlfriends from all the neighboring kingdoms. She was lovely, as promised. I took off my visor and knelt at her feet but she didn’t look up. Minutes passed. My knees began to ache. Finally she glanced in my direction and said, not very politely, “What do you want?” “Princess,” I said, “I’ve come to save you. I’m here to take you away.” “In there,” she said, pointing toward a half-hidden door on the other side of the chamber. “I’ll be with you when I can.” I opened the door and stepped into the next room, which to my surprise was full of princes. They were rather lovely, too. One lifted his dimpled chin toward me with a shrug and said, “Welcome to the club.” He patted the seat of the chair next to his and said, “Come sit next to me.” He leaned in and whispered something in my ear that I couldn’t hear clearly over a rustling in the background, the sound of pages being turned turned in a book.